"The sun is an indistinct moon."

The sun is an indistinct moon. Frail sticks
of grass poke her ankles,
and a wet froth of spiders touches her legs
like wet fingers. The musk and smell
of air are as hot as the savory
terrible exhales from a tired horse.

From "All Summer Long" by Carol Frost. The complete poem is here.

A Late Afternoon in Summer, Thomas Moran, 1909.


*Speaking of musk, the samples have begun to arrive for the Natural Perfumers Guild musk event. It's like Christmas in June around here. And speaking of perfume, don't forget to comment or email me if you want in the draw for a sample of Oro. You have until Friday night to enter.