Following Whitsun—Connor Wood

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Following Whitsun

by Connor Wood

Then comes the green splash,
The long stretching months ahead,
Eons practically of tender time,
Great feasts behind.

Come these simple, ordinary fasts
Beyond final flash of red:
Now only unified, all weeks rhyme —
One unrolling, reliable kind.

Hedge, midge, lake, sea,
Steady the summer and fall unwind,
Steady arrive our languid noons

And last forever, until someday soon
They fold. Russet blooms then in trees;
Green year goes purple:
				Unbinds.

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Connor Wood is a poet and Substacker (cultureuncurled.substack.com) living in Arlington, Massachusetts. Before he fled academia, Connor’s research on the cognitive science and psychology of ritual was funded by the John Templeton Foundation. Connor and his wife Lexi are recent Catholic converts.

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