Solstice

We’re hung
in heaven
solstice height

rose & eglantine
poppy’s purr ‘n
foxgloves stretch

unseeing
eyes

in the barn
the swallow’s
dive

sipping horse’s
water.

I am forward
I am back here
I let this summer

ease my mind.

I turn the corner
& find a thousand
portraits left;

a million vestiges
of dreams risen
from the ether

jangle at the
limit
of memory.

You ask for
more, I give
you less

but in
moments
you are

more than
the ‘most’
I left behind,


We’re hung
in heaven
solstice height

but

autumn’s fingers
stroke the leaves;
minute by minute

the canvas
of eternity

stalks us.