The thick-walled room’s cave-darkness,
cool in summer, soothes by saying
~ Reginald Gibbons*
entry is by invitation only
or the waft of a damp white hanky
surrender your body to stillness
Not yet, not now, behind this prelude
heat of the moment is passion spent
water laps the aftermath
Larks rise and the thrush at evensong
sense the speed of light long days
- it's all written in the dawn chorus
Better that I repose in half light
parasoled and wilting by the sun dial
than submit again behind closed doors
Rooms are for night and other reasons
a cave mouth spits bats and darkness
an oroborous throat of ancestors
These past summers have flushed out youth
like game birds from the grass
we repine to shades when the time comes
Walt @DVerse invites us to use another’s lines for a ‘Summer Starter‘
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