[2 July 2019] As wind rustles in long ríver grass, And settles ín dens and lilies and breast; As róots spríng, dig deep down and hóld tíght, always guest When sun mingles with water in glass And pools in quiet places, in the deep, in the crevásse, In pass through in journey to sun’s nest,…

[1 July 2019] Midsummer midnight air is a sacredness all its own – The last relics of era when bygones were still being forged, Cradled in the halls of the forebears of the now, Suspended in the intransitory, Illuminating the hale tongue and the meek spirit: not fire, Not frost, but a light unique to…