Quiet Days / by Brian Kunde

Quiet Days
by Brian Kunde

Interterm is here again.
The students disappear again.
The libraries cut back their hours.
Grass goes dull, and wild-flowers
Petals shed, until their charm
Is quite departed from the Farm.

Now commence the quiet days,
With little rain but lots of haze,
When temperatures creep slowly higher,
Lights are out till One in Meyer,
And those on foot can safely use
The bike-abandoned avenues.

Life glides slowly to a stall,
And won’t heat up until the fall,
With sundry student hordes returning
To the game, and maybe learning.
Tides flow out and sweep back in,
And solitude gives way to din.

Currently it hasn’t, though,
So let’s enjoy the status quo,
And live by patterns much less manic
Than of late (there’s time to panic
Later). Spring is safely past.
The summertime is here at last.

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Quiet Days
(A Stanford Garland ; 6)

from A Stanford Garland and Other Verses, Sep. 2007.
An earlier version appeared in
SUL News Notes, Vol. 4, no. 24, Jun. 16, 1995.

1st web edition posted 12/20/1995.
2nd web edition posted 9/4/2007.
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