Cloud-popping, blue-raved summer sky <br />with light stuck out like a tongue: <br />you're the gorgon's gaze <br />to a warm, dry earth <br />charmed almost stone. <br />For voice the sweeping laugh <br />of wind's your way. <br />Even the morning-marvelling birds <br />are almost crazed in the bright wideness <br />of your tuned world. <br />They cry the sun-thrilled call of: <br />Sky! Sky! Sky! <br />Wings fling in tree-tipped reach of vaulted runs <br /> sun-dialed in time- <br />Inches the touch of thrifty night- <br />and, with thumb smudged in shadows, <br />snuffs out the light.<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afternoon-in-summer/
