26th November 2012
Summer Morning
Sunday Summer morning early
And the sky's Iberian blue.
Shadow soaks the sycamore leaves
In winey hue.
By the concrete path a peony
Flares all seven headed.
The leaves are green and leonine
The carmine petals shredded.
In the open window
Hangs the August heat.
Pigeon paternoster,
Unheard in a weekday street.
Above the purple roof n' ridge row
'gainst the racing Swift
Drifts a cloud of indigo;
Remnant of a night so slow to lift.
Sunday Morning
26th November 2012
Summer Morning
Sunday Summer morning early
And the sky's Iberian blue.
Shadow soaks the sycamore leaves
In winey hue.
By the concrete path a peony
Flares all seven headed.
The leaves are green and leonine
The carmine petals shredded.
In the open window
Hangs the August heat.
Pigeon paternoster,
Unheard in a weekday street.
Above the purple roof n' ridge row
'gainst the racing Swift
Drifts a cloud of indigo;
Remnant of a night so slow to lift.