Monday Morning Musings:
The Spell of Early June
“Today the fields are rich in grass,
And buttercups in thousands grow;
I’ll show the world where I have been–
With gold-dust seen on either shoe.”
–William Henry Davies, “All in June”
Spring casts a spell of color
the river is a blue scarf, knotted round the green,
a bell curve, ringing
magic in its currents.
Bird choir, sunrise, moonset
a perfect syzygy of harmonious dazzle
you admire the steadfast oak, awed by nature,
you cleave to facts. Ignore the turkeys.
Watch the glimmer of light
on crow wing, on river—
flinging truth in polychromatic splendor,
Sunbeams captured in a glass
where grapes have been reborn
generation and regeneration, we sip
Chocolate chips and cinnamon,
the taste of friendship–
a connection from long ago,
I used some of Kerfe’s Rhttps://kblog.blog/2023/06/04/random-word-generator-12/andom Words from Oracle 2 for this almost Cadralor.
We had some days with warnings about air quality because of the wildfires. But the air cleared over the weekend. We got a little bit of rain this week, but we need more.
We saw The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee at the Arden Theatre in Philadelphia. That gave me “syzygy.” We had seen the show many years ago; it seems a bit dated now, but it was enjoyable. A different show had been scheduled in the series, but there was some sort of conflict so Spelling Bee replaced it. All of the actors were engaging and sang well. As usual, we took a walk before the performance.
A friend who I haven’t talked to in decades found me, and we talked for almost three hours on the phone yesterday! It was wonderful! I used to bring her my Mandelbrot cookies.