Summer recess

Summer recess

High-pitched whine
           of a circular saw
cutting through wood
           : the birds at dawn
were silent
           are silent still

The world it seems
           is on vacation
even the foxes
           are away visiting
their country cousins
           on the North Downs

My love sulks
           in blue silk
wishing that the blaze
           of summer days
would pass :
           she hankers after
wind and snow and ice
           the withering cold
to which her temperament
           is so well adjusted

John Lyons

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