THIS SUMMER, ANOTHER MILESTONE IS REACHED

            6-24-2022: Happy B'day, Son !

           Our 'Cancer-crab'

Deserves a quip;

{We'll launch one

Not so 'flirty'}

The lunar tides

Are curling high:

"Oh Ryan, you've

 Turned 30 !!!!"

... and many, many happy returns

I COULD NEVER TIRE OF MIDSUMMER [NEVER!]

                                                                        

A cardinal preens in

The light water-spray;

Two hummingbirds join him,

 And shortly, one jay...

The sun rests on rubies,

Turning mauve-like, then gray...

Bats fly in stealth-mode

Before the dawn's fray. 

Savannah smiles down at

The frolicking gator;

A Midsummer Dream beckons

[ Just one day later! ]

L.P.-G. / 6-2022

MUCH LIKE GRAVITY?

 

What one time was "up"

Has now slithered down...

Our once giddy smiles

Have morphed into frowns...

Only the few folk

With insider data

Can guess at a strike price

Of positive theta...

L.P.-G.

ANOTHER TYPE OF SILENT SPRING?

 

And this is why I sojourn here
  Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered

From the lake,
  And no birds sing.

  Does the above verse invoke images of a silent Spring?

Penned by the Romance poet John Keats ( as part of the beautiful ballad  “La Belle Dame Sans Merci”), it was the evident inspiration for Rachel Carson when she sought an appropriate title for her epic book, "Silent Spring", in 1962.

I well remember selecting Carson's book for a book-report I put together in grade school...

Ukrainians are no doubt living through a 'Silent Spring' of their own this year, and one NOT of their own making...

... as regards Ukraine: what a very sad sojourn this will be in the years to come

IN TRUTH, NO PATENT WINNERS EMERGED IN THE END

                                                       

Was 'the story'

Worth printing

In light of the grief?

 

[The latter which followed,

To our disbelief...]