Plainsong Bonum est diffusivum sui (The good pours itself out) - St Thomas Aquinas Mid-summer sky, hallelujah bright, Waves rising in exultation, gulls tilt For ballast and slowly rise like a Devotion in gusts of salt-glazed air. Wooden grids of cottage windows Are filling up with candle light, And the rush of incense seeping From hedges of sea roses, sherbet- Pink, consecrates the air or the Makings of this day when heaven Seems closest to us and would Willingly lift, fold and cast all Burdens sea-wards leaving for us This shoreline’s indelible shining, The benediction of milk-blue water and Tinseled filaments of whispering light.
A life-long resident of Connecticut, John Muro is a graduate of Trinity College, Wesleyan University and the University of Connecticut. His professional career has been dedicated to conservation and environmental stewardship, and he has held several volunteer and executive positions in those fields. His first volume of poems, In the Lilac Hour, was published last fall by Antrim House, and it is available on Amazon. John’s poems have been published or are forthcoming in Moria, Euphony, Third Wednesday, Clementine Unbound, River Heron, Amethyst Review and several other literary journals.
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