Poem for a Summer Day

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A little inspiration for this scorching hot summer day in Portland, Oregon. I never feel alone when in the company of stones, the river, or a daisy. You?

The Waking

by Theodore Roethke

I strolled across

An open field;

The sun was out;

Heat was happy.

This way! This way!

The wren’s throat shimmered,

Either to other,

The blossoms sang.

The stones sang,

The little ones did,

And flowers jumped

Like small goats.

A ragged fringe

Of daisies waved;

I wasn’t alone

In a grove of apples.

Far in the wood

A nestling sighed;

The dew loosened

Its morning smells.

I came where the river

Ran over stones:

My ears knew

An early joy.

And all the waters

Of all the streams

Sang in my veins

That summer day.