It’s been a long hot summer’s day
and now the light’s beginning to fade;
we’ve flung the doors wide open to let
the evening breeze come in.

Its cool fingers tickle my toes
and gently blow along my legs.
The newborn apples dusted on
the tree begin to swell.

Outside a grasshopper is singing,
its serenade a tribute to
the passing day, as is the scent
of summer barbeques.

It’s been a hot, if blustery day after the rains of yesterday. Gradually summer is arriving.
(14.06.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
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