Fay Slimm - Summer's Song.

Awakened, we will,
Along the rill of summer's edge,
Find the glory of sound.

Light of foot, treading
On airy, hallowed, woodland ground,
We sense summer pledging
Our delight. We may,
By not straying far, hear striking
A stone with shell, the thrush,
Breakfasting. Or catch
The twitter of chicks in rushes,
Being fed. Trout rising,
Resonate the stream
With rippled trills. A blackbird sings
Nearby and thrills the air,
And seed pods explode.

Summer sings loud, and we, sharing
By ear, hear hidden things.

Fay Slimm

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