The House of Summer


The house of Summer, lived in each
year of August, is nearly clearly
visible, physical—
a twilight park, just a few
strolling, a child and friend playing,
idylls of leisure in a great room
of lawn and trees, pellucid air
of the closing eye of the day in bright
felicity. Words fall back
as wonder widens in adoration
of peace descending, the coral color
horizon tending, and all a silence
like song in the long house of Summer.


  Ronald Jorgensen
8 August 2003
© Ronald Jorgensen