Poetry

2002
Hilary Sanders, Age unknown
Yorkshire, UK
English summer
Who are you?
Moans the wind, half remembering
Searching through gaps
Whistling with the effort
Looking up skirts
Plucking off blossoms, just for fun.

I'm the summer
heat replied archly
(The wind pushed a cloud to one side
To see who was speaking.
Startling those below with
Unexpected warmth)

You must remember me
White, yellow, white, yellow
The words tinkled in sunbeams
Thrown down carelessly
Sparkling to the river below
Picking out brightness

Tiny black shapes scurried
In streams to the happy time coast
Just look at that! She laughed
Sweet hot air rolling over the hills.
The wind smiled too and a shadow
Drifted out over the moors.

© 2002 Hilary Sanders - Contributed in January 2002

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