One More Summer

By threeleafshamrock

Tue, 05 Feb 2013
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Grant me, but one more summer’s day,
one swallow on the wing.
To watch the Butterflies at play,
or hear the blackbird sing.

To lay beneath a cloudless sky,
your breath upon my skin
and think of nought but you and I,
amidst all nature’s din

To feel a warm, yet cooling breeze,
that bids the tulips bow,
upsetting not the honey bees,
who know the where and how.

Oh to hear the farmers mow
and smell the fresh cut grass,
as they too reap, what they didst sow
before the season pass.

Grant me but this, oh fickle fate
and I will ask no more
but willingly, go well…if late,
unto that other shore.

Chris Birrane ©2013

Certificate 12
Poem
shamrock's ramblings
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by celticman on
emm Chris, Liked this...lots of thoughts of death, dying and resurection, but then again, it's in the blood.

 

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Thanks Cman...I used to be a catholic...and Easter is early this year, or so I'm told :/ ;)

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
"To lay beneath a cloudless sky, your breath upon my skin..." says it all. A breath of summer, much needed in this bleak, wet winter of ours. Good to read you again, Chris. Tina;-)x

 

Submitted by lavadis on
It made me a bit sad - thinking about only spending one more summer with my wife but we should live every summer like this - as if it were our last. I liked this very much