high summerHigh Summer


When wandering in the woods or in the trees

Or in the fields or streets or alleyways

Or paths or parks and wondering becomes when?

I’d be happy to go at anytime that’s my time.

In the heat of day or dead of night

In summer’s light or winter’s deepening dark

In the collapsing spiral of eternity

Now is as good a time as any. So,

Each day is but another step into

The timeless vortex of infinity

That sucks us into it like it or not.

These are the high times of summer

When melancholy does its worst and wisdom

That’s the cure for unreality is needed most.


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