Category Archives: Prose

Haying

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The cool wet spring turned to Summer on 21 June. Since then, the days have been warm and dry, with very little rain.

The weather for the Fourth of July was stereotypically seasonable; hazy hot, and humid – the hottest spell of the year so far.

Many of us passed the days with music, friends and family.

Agreeable weather also obliges portions of days be spent in fields.

Harvest Time Toil

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Harvest Time Joy

Mother Nature and her merry makers’ moon shadows play across water and sand.
Mating with the wind, the ancient common fire spirals loosely, dancing starward.
Rising close, the harvest moon, swollen and bright, watches all from beyond the nearby pines.
On the shore, backs to the dark, eyes roll back, necks lengthen, mouths posture.
Hill Dog’s chorused howl travels the night.

Summer Climax

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Clifford Picnic is over.
Two weeks of tropic heat are ending.
The Perseid meteor shower is on the next new moon!

Puck rarely says his name on quiet evenings anymore.
Sirius becomes less prominent.
The Ski King pines for his season.

Share warmfort now with loved ones,
Dream of sharp crystal cold nights;
They’ll be here soon…

This is Midsummer in the Elkmtnarea.