GBMD: July
Loud is the summer's busy song
The smallest breeze can find a tongue,
While insects of each tiny size
Grow teasing with their melodies,
Till noon burns with its blistering breath
Around, and day lies still as death.
John Clare (1793-1864), July
Oh those summer days do lie still with heat and humidity!
ReplyDeleteLovely picture and verse. Flighty xx
ReplyDelete"Blistering breath" huh? Obviously a better summer than we're currently having...
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem. I do love when day lies still as death; exactly how it is on a hot, hot, hot day. And a really great photo, the blue is stunning.
ReplyDeleteHi everyone - so glad you like the poem and picture :)
ReplyDeleteHelen - with hindsight, our summer got a lot better didn't it: ;)