Poem for the Summer Solstice

Here is a slightly expanded version of the poem I wrote yesterday while watching the sun set with my wife on the back porch.

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Now comes the first day of summer

And already time has stretched

Out to the horizon

Much as the clouds do

And upwards ascended

Into my neighbor’s treetop

Where this finial of light

Makes a last stand

To mark the zenith

Of the year