Filling my summer
The days have lengthened out,
strung from the first stirrings
of tireless birds woken by dawn
to the dark shapes of bats,
soundlessly haunting the dusk.
My body has stretched out,
relaxed by the light filled hours,
touched warm by the sun’s rays
and moving easy to the music
filling my summer.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by the late Marcos Beccari
I wrote this about a year ago. It is summer here (in its usual pale English way) so the poem has emerged again.