AND I WAS SEVEN

Sounds of Summer slumbered

in the gold light valley

Sun-fire burned the glass-blue sky

Green hills drowsed

down to sparkling river’s edge

Nearby and far-off

silent trees with listening leaves

held hypnotic in the welded noon-power heat

Breathless and dream-drowned

the sounds of summer slept

in the gold light valley

I never knew how close

my ear had pressed to heaven

that day when sounding Summer slumbered

in the gold light valley

and I was seven

#SummerPoem  #NaturePoem