Summer has reappeared and taken me by surprise. After a wonderful Romantic Novelists' Association Conference - of which more anon, since I have no photos of my own and will have to borrow from my pals, I have a poem for you...
SUMMER SONG by Jan Jones
Warm breeze on my skin
watering the garden in the last slow light
of evening
a dog barks
a child cries
the stallion in the field tempts the mares
still watching long-legged, awkwardly adolescent foals
and I am slow
and warm
and stupid from working through the haze of the day
half in my created world
half in summers long past
when I was invincible and laughing and willing
and the stallions came whistling
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