elemental dragons

📷 Denis Duflo

August

do we dare envoke thee summer is high yet fleeing would that we had a golden cradle to sway you in we too so early awake so early undone time a river runs time a river runs

jk

“If it comes, let it come. If it stays, let it stay. If it goes, let it go.”

Bonjour…Buongiorno…Good morning…Guten Morgen…Buenos dias…

Stanley Kunitz

Light splashed this morning on the shell-pink anemones swaying on their tall stems; down blue-spiked veronica light glowed in rivulets over the humps of the honeybees; this morning I saw light kiss the silk of the roses in their second flowering, my late bloomers flushed with their brandy. A curious gladness shook me.

So I have shut the doors of my house, so I have trudged downstairs to my cell, so I am sitting in semi-dark hunched over my desk with nothing for a view to tempt me but a bloated compost heap, steamy old stinkpile, under my window; and I pick my notebook up and I start to read aloud the still-wet words I scribbled on the blotted page: “Light splashed…”