10: Spirituality - Oct 2021

Requiem For a Summer’s Day

She beams at me with that look in her eyes.
The ball cuts through the air, her gaze shifts to the sky.
I was never fond of Summer, but one look at that sweet face, 
Tells me all I need to know about this realm in it’s true state.

A foot in the future, my eyes on the past. 
My head in the clouds, my nose with the grass. 
She bounds up to me, and nothings so hopeless, 
A Summer’s day in Dublin
The world in soft focus.

-Jenny Thompson

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