Summer Wine
I meander verdant valley
where meadows collide in windswept jade
Gentle hillsides bathe in succour sunrise
and oceans of clouds saunter
provoking moor land peaks
Seems so perfect here
timeless as the morning blends
to the dawn chorus
of nature’s own harmony
this in days of summer wine
Beyond the bustle
of everyday torment
a life that is shared.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2011
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