Two Breaths of Summer.
Drifting sheets of silver tumbling,
cascades in shafts of golden light.
Breezes carry a moistness cooling,
like the faint zephyrs of the night.
Beaded fresh washed moist petals,
cloister glistening sequined bark.
The semblance of facetted metals,
above earth now moistened dark.
Swift comes now the drying wind,
this transient beauty to withdraw.
Bright jewels, coverlets, to rescind,
Summers heat returns once more.
©.Copyright: Bernard de Silva
19/12/07.















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