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Jujube July 16, 2026

California Hills in August

… … And hate the bright stillness of the noon without wind, without motion, the only other living thing a hawk, hungry for prey, suspended in the blinding, sunlit blue. And yet how gentle it seems to someone raised in a landscape short of rain—…

Jujube July 16, 2026

Summer, Afternoon

This this will it always be, and why To ever argue for: here walking In its life, or sprawled, or loitering Down shallow valleys of the lawn: The trees that are there The pigeon bobbing through Its fallowgray ellipse of ground— The comfort of this…

Jujube July 16, 2026

The River

These trees and stones are audible to me, These idle flowers, that tremble in the wind, I understand their faery syllables, And all their sad significance. – R. W. Emerson “The River”

Jujube July 15, 2026

Christabel

The night is chill, the forest bare; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady’s cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf,…