The Breaking in of A New Summers Day

The Breaking in of A New Summers Day

 

While early morning mist

   still hovers,

like some hungry spectral

harrier might

still hover, just above our

once green fields ..

Elsewhere, a village lost

prepares itself,

to come alive again though

so very slow ..

Yet long before the arrival

 of fresh light

  

and another brand new day

   just beginning ..

And just as slowly, to such

a fanfare of

old c***s, each groaning ..

Only bakers,

freaks and those waiting

to be hanged,

God fearing fishermen and

unfaithful

lovers, dare venture from

the shadows

   

night insists on affording us ..

Again, into these

rough-hewn cobbled streets

we each still

call home and all the makings

of yet another

brand-new, summer’s day ..

 

 

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville… a Summer Day has the scent of new mowed Hay… I love to hear a Rooster crowing .. knowing that Grandpa will start up his John Deere Tractor. Your poetry is read with the Sun shine through… soon Coffee will be perking and Grandma feeding the 🐔 Chickens. Why would we spend Millions for Wars when we could have Peace on Earth. gently, Pat

[Neville]

gently always does it for me .. thank you kindly .. Neville

[John Sullivan]

Just woke up, so my brain isn't working yet, but wanted to say I liked this one very much

[Neville]

.......................... cheers mate

[Betty Hermelee]

Vivid writing of what goes on before the light of day… in small fishing towns…. Much goes on behind the darkness of nightfall, and some of it pretty sleazy … as they say… fishermen playing Hanky panky with none other than sexy women… lovers hide… and other grungy goings on!
Very lively and colorful Neville
Warmly B

[Neville]

Your insight becomes you Betty .. Many thanks for sharing some of it here, Kindly & sincerely Neville

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome Neville
Warmly, B

[Neville]

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