Summerless

Dense dark beeches
Hug the road,
A great nave of green,
Dripping through
This summer skipping 
Rain.

The fells still fresh
And springlike
Rise up
Before our eyes.

The fields are stiff
With standing 
Still green wheat
A harvest in abeyance
From lack of light.

Only in our hearts
We hold the sun
And there we smile
Awhile
And hope for
Fairer days to come.


JL July 13. 12:46