Blue grey sky washed a pastel pink
By a midsummer setting sun.
Swifts scream across the air
Followed by nightly visitors in a pair
Batting their wings into fearsome speed.
Amongst the trees lush green, hidden from sight,
Blackbirds upon the nest youngsters tucked in for the night,
Serenaded from atop a post by her seasons mate.
Gently falls darkness of the midsummer night,
Settling into a hushed silence carpeting the land,
Expectantly waiting for a new age to begin.
Andrew McIntyre 21 june 2010
this is really nice andrew...all 3 of these are...vivid in detail : )
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