Like summer rain

 Like summer rain 

Early awake as the dawn is pinking

peach in streaks in the lovely light 

hurrah for the gentler warmth I’m thinking 

instead of the sweat of the high sun’s might

all earth’s creatures frazzled, shrinking 

impossible day and tropical night 

my soul’s sapped and sinking sinking 

fretting the future, the planet’s plight. 

But in the dear day’s glamorous dawning

artist tinting the window pane

I find the poet’s ‘New every morning’

Take heart she says, begin again 

and salve for the fevered frights and warnings 

her words of hope like summer rain

30th July 2022, Hounoux, on reading Susan Coolidge, ‘New every morning’