A Poem for Summer

Matins

Joan Skoda
Matins

Good morning poolside choir, greet the sun!

A red cardinal and your poor claire wife,

Pert wrens, with clean white breasts,

And blackbirds, always more than one,

Calling birds that answer all the rest.

They love the morning, too,

The greenness and the dew.

Rites they perform and few

Take the time and solitude to find

That the front row is not taken,

With stereophonics and a view.

Opera of love, and of life,

And the world's sweet sorrows

That can spin sunlight into gold

Making my worries patient for tomorrow,

Singing, lighthearted before the day is old,

Songs of memories and morningtime.

Published by Joan Skoda

You know your business, and I know writing. A graduate of GVSU in 20th Century History, I also had special tutorials in writing and editing & attended seminars at Reflections and the Box Factory for the Arts.  View profile

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  • Sandra Wilson6/1/2009

    I think this poem catches the essence of summer.

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