Poems – Page 2 – Rev. Marti Keller

mid-June

mid-June marks the steamy start of endless summer

as a child of drought surprising how I still tire of so much summer green

this week’s spring shy crocuses crowing red buds

A March neighborhood ruled by cardinals and robins

daffodils fading purple periwinkles in the wait

in the pantry canned black eyed peas and greens for when the new year needs protection

Sunday morning interstate dead deer on roadside mark Saturday night

midwinter sunrise owls roosters woodpeckers

My father was born the day before the solstice on the darkest night A decade gone now or near about, I still weep: await the light