I’m posting this on the first Sunday of summer, 2017. A bounteous day in Columbus, sunny, windy, and mild. Here’s a poem about some marvelous creatures, creatures of flame and healing power, symbols for all seasons.
Seven dragons cross the sky
their breath is hot against the wind
seven dragons, serpents all
calling out across the universe
made of thunder, made of rain
and lightning at their feet.
Dragons gold against the sun
seven shadows cool the land
the farmer pauses at his plow
the merchant sighs amidst his reckonings.
Fire, thunder, water, air
the dragons speak, the power passes
all the earth is sanctified
seven dragons cross the sky.