Far end of summer and evening comes
with stars as soft as swans
medieval gold floods across the lawn,
a distant thunder drums
from somewhere moon-distant, beyond
the tree-line, and a lithesome
wind brushes across the open mouths
of blossoms in a paddle-hushed sound.
Dew dripping grass and a horizon of plum,
near-glimmering, appear years from dawn
or winter’s blue, enfeebled tongue’s
monastic requiem.
Gardens of snowdrift and pearled abalone
rise, flowers flourish in sponge-soft stone.
John Muro
A resident of Connecticut and a lover of all things chocolate, John Muro
is a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee and, more recently, a nominee for
the Best of the Net award. He has published two volumes of poems – In the Lilac Hour
and Pastoral Suite
– in 2020 and 2022, respectively. Both volumes were published by Antrim
House, and both are available on Amazon and elsewhere. John’s poems
have appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies, including Acumen, Barnstorm, Hyacinth Review, MockingHeart, Sky Island
and the Valparaiso Review.
Instagram: @johtmuro.
