Filling my summer

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

of you

filling my summer.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

I wrote this about four years ago. It is summer here (though admittedly an unreliable English one) so the poem has emerged once more.