In summer here, the easy-rhyming June
and soon the midpoint central symmetry,
the silence sings
orchestra and chorus hold the tune
song of the morning
before the sun’s too high and pitiless
somewhere still in chalk a hint of moon
waxing.
The white sky’s still and stunned, the pallid
landscape, lovely, languishes.
19th June 2023, Hounoux
Too busy to stay
Not much past ten and already that sun’s high and hot
but in one blessed corner honeysuckle’s dense
It’s overwhelmed the fence
and small shade is thrown.
Just enough for a chair and two cups, the coffee pot
and so I sit with the scent and the breath of air
as the black bees dance.
Then here’s a hummingbird hawkmoth
too busy to stay for my camera
his wings in a whirl, in for nectar, out and onwards
pinned instead in a memory
of heat and stillness, dance and silence, blackcap song
this Monday
magical.
June 5th 2023, Hounoux
