Summer comes to settle its weight on the southern hemisphere.

 

 

 


 
memoirs
from an interlude
ending spring
somewhere
in morning mist
the wordless
new day . . .
again fingertipping
the void
lips synch
to days adazzle
in tongue
earth to earth
the wonder of now
on its own
all things considered
night's stellar insouciance
brings me down to earth
lost to light
my solitude awash
with the sea
eye to eye
the bottom line
still there
out of the depths
the sound of swords beaten
and war no more
it is seen –
the shape of the cloud
when it was