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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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Something from a couple of years ago revisited whilst my muse is at rest.
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Comments7
Well crafted dear poet
Bloody old people getting in the way of the young. Don't you just hate the young now?
Good write dusk. Now for me next poem, inspired by you: 'Ye dark November days of rain!'
See 'so quickly' posted on 6th Nov 2021
Brilliant!
Lovely memories to revisit in dark august days.
Those dreams of wonderful times passed will always be there d a.
Andy
very much enjoyed DA .. and for loadsa very personal seasonal reasons as well as its own intrinsic poetic merit .. which I might add is bloomin considerable sir ..
..... Neville
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