Fay Slimm.





And afternoon yawns as sea gently lolls

in pillowed lull of low tide.

Clouds sag with drowse of white fuzz

on warm hillock-grass clifftop.


And sun sinks in shawled clover as cattle

milk-laden homeward slow swing

past river bank a-buzz with low swarms

of late hatched mate-hungry gnats.   


And lust and lilt of summer will linger

while dusk striates luring skies          

yet twilight chill creates mauves for

reminders as autumn moves in.