It was Summer - that First Morning

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Fri, 09 Oct 2015
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It was summer - that first morning.
 
I woke before you...feeling like a bird
that puts its faith in instincts older than time –
 
senses the sun, even before it rises; peeps – 
shyly, over the garden’s old brick wall,
ruddy-cheeked as a child.
 
Yet, all too soon, the frosts take hold
as a crèche of stars huddle for comfort...
querulous, in a sky streaked with silver 
before the dawn.
 
The Great Hunter rides – resplendent 
and glittering, the contours of the ridge,
as you gather me inside in your coat
 
like a wandering cloud envelops
the hilltop; 
 
remembering you smelt of applewood 
smouldering on a bonfire, of gun-oil, and petrol...
and Woodbines.
 
It was autumn – that last morning;
a day of clogged-up drains...overflowing gutters, 
broken branches, trees – ragged 
as your breathing
 
and rain – drip, drips from a roof, the colour
of thunder, as softly beats the dulcet drum
of the sky.
 
Summer’s gone; to all things a time, 
and you were mine. 
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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

Most beautiful.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Pleased you thought so, Vera...thank yousmiley

 

Submitted by Bee on

Got got me in all the senses with this beauty, Tina. It's a stunner.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Ta,Bee, and I guess it takes a stunner to know a stunnersmiley

Hope your Saturday is a peaceful one.

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Seems like a maturing of companionship as age and the turmoils of life creep in. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Absolutely, Rhiannon. Absolutely.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Memories and senses, beautifully stirred.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

So glad you thought so.  Thank yousmiley