The Night Smells of Summer
Summer as a forbidden fruit
The night smells of summer and
laughter-laden air with
cherry wine and tapas
on a humming city street
and memories of childhood
spent tripping through the orchards
on winged
dusty feet
the promise of lazy days
amongst lily ponds and meadows
beside crystal spangling streams
chasing into the night
in open top cars through fields of marigolds
kisses until the dawn
The night smells of summer
it’s a forbidden fruit
fold away and hibernate
so that we can keep alive
© 2020 HelenThomson
Helen Thomson-Sands
Helen is a teacher and Kent-based writer. She has published a cycling guide around Kent and a novel.
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