The Summer, After Noon

13 August 2017

By Nature’s generosity
I am brought rivers
clothed gold, clothed
amber.  Pearls become swans.
Iridescent mallards of green
and purple spill
across the water.  Muscular
rowers shoot past.
I am given plush
beds of grasses
woven with wren song.
Bluefish jewel the roots
gripping the rich
tapestry of silt.
I laze, dazzled,
by the same yet ever-changing
sun in endless fiery quiet
explosions of colors across
a sky of porcelain, so fine,
that it does not crack
is miraculous.  I am spent
by the very beauty of it.

Philip Kuepper
(2 May 2017)

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