Summer

a poem I wrote for a friend

Summer

for Kim

 

Sitting in a field on haystacks,

A child is making wheels from daisy plants.

With clocks which tell the time by blows

So  you can see where the time goes.

 

The evenings light paints its amber glow,

As the laughter of song fills the air.

The swallows fly over the pregnant orchards,

Expectant with the autumn’s harvest.

 

And as the cool night breeze reveals

The moon and stars lit bright.

There’s no thought of future or past,

For theses summer days will always last.