A Poem for the Lost Summer: ‘North West Window’
North West Window
From here I’ve seen thousands of suns,
days end with copper glints
through languorous trees;
summer’s apogee, seed of summer’s end,
sure as swifts scream out the balm of night.
The fast-forward pipistrelle
delays the drawing curtains,
thankful for the light.
On the windowsill, a sphinxing cat
points the way to live
© copyright David Francis Barker 2011