sun ripples
through flesh and bone
chasing memories of cold and damp
and the darkness
of a night of no moon
cool grass glistens
dew-full
and a chiff chaff
chiff-chaffs quietly
in the sleepy morning hedge
here
where the boundaries are green and leafy
and the stream runs lower as heat rises
we stand on the edge
of vertiginous summer
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Jane Dougherty Writes 
This is so beautiful! Light chasing away cold and dark–and leaving standing on the edge, not knowing what will happen next.
I love “chiff chaff
chiff-chaffs quietly” 😀
Thank you. I learnt the name of the little bird that chirrups interminably and I like it 🙂
I didn’t know of it, but it’s wonderful. 😀
🙂
I like the ideas of boundaries being green and leafy. I’m picturing every arbitrary line that has been drawn being overgrown by forests.
And there are an awful lot of arbitrary lines.
I’m drawn to the sun “chasing memories of cold and damp.” These must be shooed away until the next time maybe, but for now it’s morning.
and the stream runs lower as heat rises
I live near enough streams to see this happen, though I don’t note it as a phenomenon of meaning nearly often enough. You’ve really made special the aspects of arrival of the summer morning.
I watch the level of the water in the stream. It goes from overflowing in the spring to completely dry in high summer. The farmers dam it at source and use it to irrigate. Our neighbour helps himself to the trickle that overflows the dam. If we were to say it’s a resource that belongs to everyone, including the trees along the banks, the ducks and frogs that live in it and the wild animals that drink from it, they’d tell us to get back to town.
Chiff-Chaff is so wonderful too. I had to loop up it, and in German with “ZilpZalp” it sounds not less funny for a birds name. :-))
ZilpZalp is Chiff chaff with a German accent. In French it’s Pouillot véloce which is a mouthful.
Thank you, Jane! In French it does not sound so funny, but its better imaginable.
Some French birds have terrible names.
Really? 😉
How about calling a wren a troglodyte?
Lol. Really? Sounds like something from the first years of earth.
It does sound primitive and not very bird like.
Thats true. Never thought the French would use.
🙂
😉 Dont tell it your husband.
🙂