Summer's Lease

Summer’s Lease

An area of darkness
In his mind
An area of grief
In High Summer.When the leaves are
Dappled with sunlight
& the Chestnut Trees
Loose their Moorings
(Vast galleons of light)
Their candles make men
Mad.

An area of darkness
In his mind
Sitting in the wood
Where no one goes
(Timeless silence
The sun has reached its
Zenith.)

Lazy fish sidle in the Stream
No doubt in time
He will improve
Summer’s ecstasy
Will cure him.
He will lie amongst
The towering grasses
Hidden in a nest
Happy

Christopher Baily
Saturday 26 January 2002

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