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O welcome summer, welcome home! How long I've yearned to feel your deep Enchanted forest smile and cool In crystal tears that evening weeps Feeling the last rays of the sun Slide into distant valleyed hills, Glimmer on rippling lakes as winds Whisper to leaves that rustle still Whilst, constant, murmuring crickets thrive On twilight, droning, mesmerize, Entrance. That vague and vision-misted sun Of winter strode too slow the skies And led a frozen moon to match The snow that set as earth's disguise Sterile, and thus in deepest sleep Dreamt of a future from its past, Seasons idyllic, glistening, Captured in ice and so held fast. Yet came the day (and was I there?) Sleep's misty mirror melted and lay bare The spring. The mad May ritual now has passed, Yet still I frolic on the lawn, Turn pirouettes, and leap at clouds, And glance where summer life reborn Sweeping the memory of all else Follows the beckoning pan-pipe tune, Down paths beneath a leafy spread, To golden fields in afternoon, Then mossy banks as last-light falls Beside the stream – and yet, o yet the piper calls. I come. |
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| photos: Stephen Alsford |
| Created: November 17, 2014. | © Stephen Alsford |