After the Fourth
6 07 2007Once the fireworks fade out to smoke
time crosses a line, recognizes
the long slide past the Solstice.
Recognizes the inevitable.
Nature pushes toward completion,
toward procreation, flowers, seeds.
Fruit ripens, pods fatten,
fledglings find their own food source.High in the sky, the wind goddess
turns her head toward the setting sun.
The wind dog flies ahead, and over all
A contrail traces the tracks of people through the sky.
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(c) Quinn McDonald, 2007. All rights reserved.
This is amazingly stirring writing! Love it!!
Very beautiful, Quinn, although it is hard to think of seasons turning when it is still so very hot outside!
Such fertility before our eyes. ‘Replicate the seasons’ I say and be fertile
Such a vivid vision. The images are lovely.