Solstice

doveGerard David (c. 1460 – 13 August 1523) 

 

Interim

The earth is motionless
And poised in space …
A great bird resting in its flight
Between the alleys of the stars.
It is the wind’s hour off ….
The wind has nestled down among the corn ….
The two speak privately together,
Awaiting the whirr of wings.

 

Lola Ridge (December 1873 – May 1941)

 

 

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from The Book Of The Green Man

flegel spring flwrsGeorg Flegel (1566 – 1638)

 

Of the seasons,
seamless, a garland.

Solstice
to equinox –
days,

measured a cock’s stride
come full circle.

The length of
breath,
a sequential foliage

firmly planted in
our veins,
we stand in our rayed form:

blue-eyed,
a chicory,

Sponsa Solis – & upon the sun appears
a face
also with rays

in descent
through an undulant

blue.

 

Ronald Johnson (1935 – 1998)