Tuesday, July 24, 2018


East Kent, 24 July 2018

Blackbird carolling
on chimney pot.
Summer set to pass.
Daylight draining
like this yellow-green wine
in my glass.

This is Nature’s bidding
I well know that.
He sings for a mate.
Or is this trilling
some mark of joy
at our shared fate?

The season that is ending
with memory coils back.
Scruffy seaside rentals.
No more lounging
on the old cane chair
skyborne recitals.


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