Here Comes the Sun; A Bluegrass Experience
by Susan E. Gunter
A chaste sun burns off desire,
its fire warming us while coins
of light fall on the green grass.
Blue notes beat the air—
stringed kithara or mandolins—
counterpointing the sun’s beams.
Arrows of light and sound,
negative shapes, beauty of the singular—
we are turning into memory.
Only once—we come here only once,
but the sun takes the day from me
before I can write it down.
About the Poet: Susan E. Gunter has published poems in journals here (Atlanta Review, Louisville Review, Poet Lore, Semaphore, and dozens of others) and also in England and the Balkans. She has published three books on Henry James and the James Family and she volunteers at the Marin Poetry Center.