Summer Dawn
My sleeping children are still flying dreams
in their goose-down heads.
The lush of the river singing morning songs
Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.
The grey-green pike lances upstream
Kale, like mermaid's hair
points the water's drift.
All is morning hush
and bird beautiful.
If only,
I didn't have flu.
1 comment:
I've never read this until today. I love it, so typical of Spike's humour.
The reader is lulled into this beautiful scene, serene and peaceful and then..... one gets a vision of a heap of used tissues and a runny nose. Priceless!
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