Posted by: Ron DuBour | June 29, 2017

Daily missive for Thursday the 29th of June.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive for Thursday the 29th of June.

So still
A world in mourning
For yesterday
When it was summer.
So English
Country walks in the rain
An ecstatic clatter of water
Tumbling over the weir
Marks the progress
Of the rise
From barely a trickle
To a cataract.
The slap of wet leaves
Against my thigh
The path overgrown
With bramble locked fern
Rough and clinging
The tug of thorny barbs
Jeans are not
Uniformly waterproof.
Another tree has fallen
Narrowing a river
Already swollen
From the storm.
It is a tumble down day
Nothing is prepared
Even the Blue Tit
Has flown to soon
Wetly bedraggled
Lost in the mud
Too far to reach
Without a keep net.
What happened
To the dragonflies.
Who knows what
It sounds like
In a narrow boat
When it is raining
If a Rabbit warren
Is fitted with drainage
If Badgers are set
In their ways.
At least the nettles
Have bowed their heads
No danger from stinging
It is quiet enough
To hear a water nymph
What glorious fantasy.
A Naiad
In full summer song
On a grey day.


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