Tuesday, August 9, 2011

True Summer

These are the sounds of summer night
Served up in velvet warmth:
The braided rise and fall of cricket song, cicadas
The murmur of the wind, and water rolling
A clink of masts, a roar of distant traffic
The chatter of an isolated bird.

This is the feel of summer night
So full - 
My heart as sensitized as surface skin
A welling up of some sweet inner yearning
Awakened pull of tides within.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 9, 2011



1 comment:

  1. Ay, Wendy, grateful for this placeholder. Timing is appreciated; will open dance, touching these sensations in your voice..

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