Poems (Jordan)/Midsummer

by Rebecca Queen Jordan

For works with similar titles, see Midsummer.

MIDSUMMER

The ocean as Earth's lolling tongue, Moistens the lips of either shore,Which, parched, and crack'd—as feverstung— Mutters the same words, o'er and o'er.

Above her flow'ry coverlet The Sun a tireless vigil keeps,Mourning, with deep, dry-eyed regret, That, stealthily, Death toward her creeps.