Back Issue   Summer 2004...................................................

JULY MORNINGS

 

Now retired, they awake

To long mornings on the pond,

Calendars of open dates,

Intervals of companionable silence

(It's been forty years)

And things to look forward to:

Trips to the post office

(Perhaps new pictures of the twins),

Or to the high New Hampshire meadow

Where raspberries, if they're ready,

Yield, pliant to the touch,

Like Vergil's golden bough,

Or a visit by the hummingbird,

Frenetically sampling the ample fare provided,

Or hours of floating on the pond,

Backs warmed by a sudden shaft of sunlight

Between the clouds, more welcome

Than the warmth of a cloudless sky.

Bob Demaree

Wolfeboro is the summer home for Bob. Winters he flies south.