Summer’s End

Yesterday
stealing from the sun
dandelions
lit the shaded path
briefly. Now they’re gone.

Hurry through
faded meadows while
light still holds.
Days grow shorter; how
quickly evening comes.

Stirred to rise
by a falling foot,
feathered seeds
graceful on the breeze
drift towards the dawn.

Next
YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE

Tucker and the Right

Glenn C. Loury

Something like a civil war is unfolding within the American conservative movement. It is not merely a…

Just Stop It

Liel Leibovitz

Earlier this summer, Egypt’s Ministry of Religious Endowments launched a new campaign. It is entitled “Correct Your…

What Does “Postliberalism” Mean?

R. R. Reno

Many regard “postliberalism” as a political program. In 1993, when the tide of globalized liberalism was at…