Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings
Monday Morning Afternoon Musings:
Crystalline sky turns grey, and again,
the sun holds sway, briefly a queen,
till retiring her light in longest night,


thoughts flit in shadows, reappear
to soar on broad heron wings
toward faint morning’s misty glow, and slow
the brightening, diffused through pink-tipped clouds. But–
do you hear the river’s tongue, lapping up the shore,
waking the day? Watch, stay
there, from a tree a cardinal chirps and robins sing,
remember spring. And here, amidst festive red and green,
we recall summer bright

and keep its flames burning in candlelight, reflecting out
across the miles, ever fainter, like the stars
that gleam, while

the moon hums a…
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Thank you for the reblog!