Summer Solstice, Sitka, Alaska 1993

This day blooms
under wide meadows
of sky. We lay
our sun-stunned bodies
in constellations
of clover and buttercups. 

Salmonberry bubbles
of sweet red light
break on our tongues. 
Shooting stars
in the flowerbeds,
pollen in our sheets. 

Comments

[deb]

Lovely! Especially hearing your voice ;~))

[Patia]

Oh, YUM.

I couldn't get the voice thing to work, but it's probably just me ....

[SB]

I think you must have flash enabled to hear the audio.

& I really appreciate the comments on this -- I still find audio posting a bit intimidating.

[Erin]

Exactly what Patia said. YUM, and um.....

[Cathy]

That was wonderful!!! You got a good voice for doing poetry. Also to let you know I did get your emails Tomorrow I'm going sit down and take a good look at them.

[Ree]

i remember....

[yukino]

Yes, more please! The audio is lovely, very soothing...

[Brianna]

Oh. Salmonberries!
I adore them (and this poem).

[Steve]

I was in Sitka for the 2005 solstice. Your poem brings back the whole sensual experience...aromas, sounds, wind,...the pace of being able to soak the entire experience inward.