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


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.