Harry Seymour
Wonders of pollination / Bees buzzing to songs / Hummingbirds sing / In harmony / To the percussion / Of butterfly wings
Warren Woessner
The Black Skimmer working its way / close to shore — too close / for the Red Knots that arrived / last night from Argentina.
Harry Seymour
Juneteenth and Father’s Day Third week of June A double celebration Of fathers we know And those liberated
Holly St. John Bergon
She would have remembered today’s blue sky / from summers at the Vineyard Sailing Camp / where she learned about tacking and heeling / and coming about on the calm or choppy / waters of the Lagoon.

2021

A poem with seasonal reflections.

In a long row of pots along the side of the station / Blooms the garden of the garage’s mechanic.

Fred Vincent, sexton of the church / for thirty years / Walked past our house each Sunday / In the winter / To go and ring the bell.

What’s the buzz and the click? / My song of course, / though no one but I have ever tried to sing it.

Finally You Don’t Come / Your return is temporary — just a few days / Or less.

The significance of age 60 / Is to be young again / Without the weight of youth / So it is with Barack Obama.

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