Tuesday 10 June 2008

Summer Night

Last night, the house being quiet and world calm - and the blackbirds singing - I sat in the garden and read this poem, and, by reading, enacted it.
Today is sunny again. It will not last. I am off to the Surrey-Kent border to walk.


  1. Lovely. Last night that book contained the night; now it points the way to your day. Enjoy, Nige. Today in Philly you could fry eggs on the sidewalk.

  2. Susan, today in the Scottish Borders you could freeze 'em on the sidewalk. Nice poem Nige, made me come over all soppy, then I kicked the dog, rubbing himself in deer doo doo again.