Poetry Friday is hosted by Carol at Carol’s Corner
Growing up in upstate New York, my husband Scott always associated scorching hot summers with the cool green shade of towering Elm trees. Those trees of his youth are all long gone now; one by one each fell victim to Dutch Elm disease and had to be cut down many years ago.
Still, when the first really hot days of summer arrive, Scott is often given to reminiscing about those summer days and those magnificent trees.
Before the Blight by Ruth Stone
The elms stretched themselves in indolent joy,
arching over the street that lay in green shadow
under their loose tent.
And the roses in Mrs. Mix’s yard pretzeled up her trellis
with pink Limoges cabbage blooms like Rubens’ nudes.
My lips whispered over the names of things
in the meadows, in the orchard, in the woods,
where I sometimes stood for long moments
listening to some bird telling me of the strangeness of myself;
rocked in the sinewy arms of summer.