Helga Raesfeldt-Mings Summer Rain on Hill of Berries

Summer Rain on Hill of Berries

I stand at the door, expectant; Fresh from the night’s Warm embrace, sensing a drowsy world still dreaming. Wake up my love Hot is the brew!

A roaring in the wind all night; Sky rejoices in the morning’s birth. A butterfly Fresh from the Night flowers’ kisses Touches my hand.

But the sun is rising calm and bright. Hedge-crickets sing And now with treble soft The red breast whistles from a garden-croft.

Gathering swallows twitter In the distant woods On Hill of Berries All the air is filled With sounds of nature Along Shannon’s edge.

The Rainbow looks at the world With glorious eye, As it comes and goes And lovely is the rose, Wisteria blue and marigold – a confusion. Scent a haunting Reminder of Summer; And rain is never far away.

Helga Raesfeldt-Mings