In Celebration of Summer.

from this morning’s (almost dark) early morning walk

While I Am Writing a Poem to Celebrate Summer, the Meadowlark Begins to Sing

Sixty-seven years, oh Lord, to look at the clouds,
the trees in deep, moist summer,

daisies and morning glories
opening every morning

their small, ecstatic faces –
Or maybe I should just say

how I wish I had a voice
like the meadowlark’s,

sweet, clear, and reliably
slurring all day long

from the fencepost, or the long grass
where it lives

in a tiny but adequate grass hut
beside the mullein and the everlasting,

the faint-pink roses
that have never been improved, but come to bud

then open like little soft sighs
under the meadowlark’s whistle, its breath-praise,

its thrill-song, its anthem, its thanks, its
alleluia. Alleluia, oh Lord.

~Mary Oliver

Hope your longest day of the year is a good one!

8 Comments

Carole Julius

June 20, 2017 at 8:58 pm

Perfect for the summer solstice!

Vera

June 20, 2017 at 9:37 pm

Beautiful! Thank you. Happy Solstice!

Beautiful poem and beautiful daisies to accompany it! I love the lines about faint-pink roses that have never been improved then open like little soft sighs. I have a rose bush like that, and am so glad you shared Mary Oliver's perfect description. Thank you!