a daze of suntraps

Here is today's entry from the pictured 2001 compilation - Aidan Mathews' poem celebrating the long, hot days of summer:


Woodniche

The dragonflies were here before us, friend:
Cupboard of branch and bramble, woodniche
Where the sun tumbles, foxgloves are gorgeous.
Children tore their knees among these thorns,

Fleshed their pullovers with raspberries.
orange peel made ripples in the brown water,
Pebbles explored beyond our peering.  I
Chewed dandelions and the sun brothered me.
Huge as policemen, sombre as soutanes,

The kind trees whispered in the long watch
And I used wonder in tremendous shadow
And be afraid of where the wonder led.

Summer was wealthy with a daze of suntraps,
Daffodil-spitting, sumptuous. Everywhere
Ours for the taking.  Whoever has said
It is time to go home is an adult.

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Aidan Carl Mathews (1956 - )

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