Before the Sun is Lost

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Great Poets of the Blogosphere: S. Thomas Summers

S. Thomas Summers

Here’s a part of my today.

Consolation

There’s always dusk,
when the shadows stretch
across the porch

like a splay of soft blankets
A catbird, gray as ash,
will, for a moment, perch

on the railing as it considers
the steam rising from your tea.
You’ll only notice the pine’s perfume,

as fresh as winter, after the bird
is called away: there’s a nest to repair
before the sun is lost, before it’s lost.

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