I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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3 December 2016

Early Summer

The day, hot blue,
smells of earth.
The sky stills;
clouds, hills, horizon blur.

Hear the silence: 
afternoon, 
the little town by the river
slowing down in the heat.

Somewhere a smell 
of sunscreen – 
warm brown skin, 
bare feet.


6 comments:

  1. Oh, this takes me back.........beautiful.

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  2. A happy image among the images of calm.

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  3. Thank you for this warming glimpse, Rosemary darling. It's cold and windy here, so the scent of summer is so welcome.

    Love the tone of your poem, it's musical glow...

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  4. Oh yes. She is there. You took me there

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