CHRIST IN WINTER:
Reflections on Faith & Life for the Days of Winter in Summer
HERE’S TO NOON IN SUMMER [Sa, 6-27-20]
It is hard to write
a poem in the heat
of the day. The chaos,
the hurry, the worry.
Minds and pens are dry
in the madness
of the noon day sun.
For poets, noon is never
now, only in anticipation
as the sun begins
its rise. In memory
as the sun begins
its fall.
So here’s to noon
in summer, with all
its heat and drag.
Also, I hope,
with lemonade.
John Robert McFarland
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