Sunday Of Summer

Charles Edward York


She moves like the Sunday of Summer

Quietly through the night and cool

Walking as if the daily blaze

Disrobes itself in the shade

And in the darkest nude

Radiates a serene sensual

What is it aura and gentle breeze

And lowers my temperature

Readying me for sleep.


August is a weekend coming to an end

A season burning with subtle rage

And slowly breathing urgency

Closing her star of fire

Letting our tanned skin

Settle our pale debts

Balancing the extremes

The brightest of sunny days

Drawing to a fiery close.


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  • Author: Charles Edward York (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2022 02:23
  • Category: Nature
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  • Fay Slimm.

    A talent for imagery lies snug in this summer song of ther sensual - a poignant read Charles.

  • Charles Edward York

    Thank you Faye. You are so astute and nice.

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