Sun Shadows

Morning Moon, Summer Solstice

Sun Shadows

If I loved less
the symphony of moon-fiddles
in dawn-rose sky,
would I ache less
in its passing?

Punch-drunk world,
still sings and shines
blue on blue,
still green the spring—

we whisper, “summer comes,”

the flower scent a reckoning.

The Oracle gave me this poem right away. The first three lines were her words—the first tiles I chose. The weather seems to be weird everywhere. We had some summery days this week. I do hope our spring lasts for a while though.

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