Tuesday, June 12, 2012

The Trees are Loud

The Rainy Summer
by Alice Meynell


There’s much afoot in heaven and earth this year;
The winds hunt up the sun, hunt up the moon,
Trouble the dubious dawn, hasten the drear
Height of a threatening noon.

No breath of boughs, no breath of leaves, of fronds,
May linger or grow warm; the trees are loud;
The forest, rooted, tosses in her bonds,
And strains against the cloud.

No scents may pause within the garden-fold;
The rifled flowers are cold as ocean-shells;
Bees, humming in the storm, carry their cold
Wild honey to cold cells.

I wish it were a rainy summer around here. It's looking much less bad than last year, but it still seems to be shaping up to a terribly dry summer. We might get some rain this week, though.

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