Midsummer's Day

Night in Day

The night never wants to end, to give itself over
to light. So it traps itself in things: obsidian, crows.

Even on summer solstice, the day of light���s great

triumph, where fields of sunflowers guzzle in the sun -

we break open the watermelon and spit out

black seeds, bits of night glistening on the grass.

  - Joseph Stroud

Happy Summer Solstice, everyone!

It's been a week of gloriously warm weather here, and the hound and I have been down to river for a swim every morning since it started. These pictures of a very wet and happy Tilly were taken on Sunday.

"Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly."

- Pablo Neruda

The poem above is from Of This World: New and Selected Poems, 1966-2006 by Joseph Stroud (Copper Canyon Press, 2009); all rights reserved by the author. The drawing is by Arthur Rackham.