POETS’ CORNER: ROSEMERRY FOR THE SOLSTICE (AND 1ST DAY OF BLUEGRASS)

21 Jun POETS’ CORNER: ROSEMERRY FOR THE SOLSTICE (AND 1ST DAY OF BLUEGRASS)

Editor’s note: Hot on the heels on her three wonderful poems for Fathers’ Day, our favorite Wordwoman, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, sent us another to mark hard summer — and the fact that our days now start getting shorter. (Rosemerry’s books of poems are carried at Between the Covers Bookstore, Telluride.)

Not That It Will Work, But Still …

Sometimes midsummer the body
simply refuses to go inside. Though
reason would say to hide from the sun
midday, the body goes out anyway
to the garden, the orchard, the river,
the field and gathers warmth, as if
it could store this wealth of light, as if
one winter night it might from some fold
of pallid skin produce a secret radiant skein,
something fulsomely warm still smack
with peonies and wild mustard scent,
something not bitter and not at all slant
that we might wrap our shivering bodies in,
oh wheeling swallows, oh sun so high