But for now here's a couple of brief poems I wrote one day when the university campus was fun and full of sun - it was a good day.
Summer
After its preparatory stillness
A flurry of wing sets off the bird
White tips joining at the top where they met
Green blossoming out at me;
Branches waving generously;
I expected none to understand
I felt like summer.
Summer buoyed-up inside
I drank it in on a long tap,
Hoarded sun, its energy
Sustaining from its wide reserves.
Release towards others,
Would be a crucial expression
Of the joy-infused earth.
I, contemplating it,
then sit up, and give.
Rediscovering a friendship
Speaking I expected to be
Edging and then stepping
On ice.
But we had a conversation that day
I drinking in smiles, and pauses
Which were not quite easy, but not awkward.
I, encouraged by words, seeing what was meant,
She, meaning, giving, responsively
Answering.
© 2007 Richard Townrow
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