Solare: A Midsummer Sonnet

Solare

Late June evening, heatwave reprieving, just.
I’m driving through the park with windows down,
Full feeling every drop of this day’s dusk.
The dearest freshness of the trees around
Me sinking into smiles that whisper love;
Returning that which breathing trees can make
And only skin can tell. When they’re above
I’m plunging into depths of mountain lakes.
When they’re around I’m swirling in what life
Is for, I’m knowing all and nothing now–
A oneness undisturbed by any knife.
There’s something in this something; there’s some How
In this–this summer sensing that these trees
Are speaking out through, into, and of me. 

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You can listen to me read it here
https://soundcloud.com/benwhitepoetry/solare