Lover’s Summer
The sun dappled clouds
cleared by the breeze,
the bird song out loud
whistling through the trees,
The storms that gather.
A green and pleasant land.
The rain that pours,
soak the soil and the sand.
Scudding clouds.
Pollen counts.
Beaches, coves and forest floors.
Mountains, valleys, glens and moors.
A lover’s summer.
And then the fall.
Written today at 6am during a storm and stormy times (August 26th 2010)
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