to a friend in Maine

to a friend in Maine

                                                Ah Lew,

                                                        fain heart have I

for your cold and austere sky

stretched across dun curve of hill

where pucker bush and stoney rill

grow blue shadows of translucent light

of winter solstice sun

downing homeward to Nordic night

Tell me, does not this clear cold belie

Soft zephyr blueberry dream of July,

of laying – reborn – upon our backs to gaze

at God’s creation thru summer’s haze.

The bay.  The air.  The hill.  The rocky wall.

And His dominion over all.

69

©smck

Lew and I were laying on our backs in the field of once my Salt Water Farm looking out across Gouldsboro Bay when I pre-remembered this – circa 1973