dark august days

dusk arising

 

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

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 15th, 2021 04:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: Something from a couple of years ago revisited whilst my muse is at rest.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 46
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • spilleronsheet

    Well crafted dear poet

  • Paul Bell

    Bloody old people getting in the way of the young. Don't you just hate the young now?

  • orchidee

    Good write dusk. Now for me next poem, inspired by you: 'Ye dark November days of rain!'

    • dusk arising

      See 'so quickly' posted on 6th Nov 2021

    • L. B. Mek

      Brilliant!

    • myself and me

      Lovely memories to revisit in dark august days.

    • Goldfinch60

      Those dreams of wonderful times passed will always be there d a.

      Andy

    • Neville


      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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