Song of the morning

Song of the morning 

 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