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After the rain....
Photo: © Trish Fraser
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Sunrise for ears
Who has shown the sunrise?
The skylark did.
We peered hard into the metal clouds
Our hearts banged with fists to let us in to
The sunrise,
Close your eyes.
In sweet contemplation
Among the gifts of honey mead,
Crusty bread,
And poppies shedding petals,
And roses, posies’ spilling delightful smells,
And seeds for birds and snuffling creatures.
We heard.
We listened to,
The rain pitter patter fall,
And the Sun King rose on secret wings to soar,
Vertically sure of flight,
And his song will take you to the night,
A sunrise in our ears
Via skylark.
© Trish Fraser 24th June 2006
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Time for reflection
Photo: © Trish Fraser
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written for my sweet Mum on her 80th birthday 21st June 2006, and offered
as a gift to the spirits during the Eisteddfod:
Midsummer Child
To be a child of a summers day,
A Midsummer’s day,
When swallows swooped
And roses rose out of all perfumes.
When golden rays of gentle yellows,
Dipped theirs toes so gentle gentle
Ripples in a wake of gliding swan,
This child has the sweetest song
The longest note therefore is
Beautiful upon the shore.
Her gorgeous cascade of folds in satin,
A cloth of crimson ruby rising
And setting glorious in the smile of
My mother.
You are a child of Midsummer’s day.
Your eyes meet mine
Entwine with Daddy’s blue.
There is no time as precious
As this moment I honour with you.
This simple song is all I have
But it’s the deepest gift of love
With all my truth, with all my soul deep soul.
You are a child of Midsummer’s day
And swallows fly and swoop.
© Trish Fraser 6th June 2006
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