Solstice

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer day... is by no means a waste of time. - Thoreau

summer's breath squandered

memory's sweater buttoned

laundered and pondered

Author's Note

"A book should be so true as to be intimate and familiar to all men as the sun to their faces. Such a word as is occasionally uttered to a companion in the woods in summer, and both are silent." = Thoreau