ye dark august days of rain
beg of summers sunshine ripening
where bist whence i needy be?
life has not warmth for me
away then
to favourite places ye shall not know
where love took me and was gone
in tall grass where shadows dwell
were written dreams of never die
time and again
somewhere in haunted place of love
I return to you beloved cotswolds
feel your amber coarseness touch
through birdsong, laughter and sigh
how little changes
over sensual rolling hills desire
through millstone gate and ford
i am freed upon thy natures lust
though you mock me now with youth
as once I mocked of thee
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Those 'dark autumn days' are filled with light from within your words.
I dunno why anyone's complaining - 'Cheer up, I say to them; there's even more rain tomorrow!' Doh! (heehee).
I know the theme - I was thinking of people maybe being down or depressed in dark Summery days.
What an ending my friend, felt like finding that peace within when all is gone. Thank you for carrying on
A lot of similar themes to the work I just posted. Very small world indeed. Great minds think alike! Sorry, tooting my own horn. Like the Old English vibe, ye scurvy dog! Nice write.
Such a beguiling read and set in my old stomping ground of the Cotswolds became ever dearer as line followed line........... I love the use of archaic and your linguistic ability in that field is appealing D.A. - - ah yes I remember well the soft hue of stone and the gentle roll of hills .............. thank you for sharing your memories too.
I was waiting for the first Autumn post.. and am delighted in bold golden, brown and red font, if only that it would be you DA.... those hues shall wait.. for now I just want to say thank you...... N
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