Unfading Summer

Unfading summer, drowse me
with the burden of bees,
with sounds and sweet airs
that give delight, that hurt.

Hermit, churchwoman,
anchoress of wine and wisdom,
of the twangling lyre,
spell me a morrow of healing.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-06-29 at 03:50

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Ashe
This is lovely! :)
Ashe
2017-06-30


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Tom.
Ken
2017-06-29


Bibek
Beautiful.
2017-06-29