When You Come to the End of a Perfect Day.

When You Come to the End of a Perfect Day.

A Poem by JohnL

 

When You Come To the End of a Perfect Day
 
The green beneath my feet
glows warm in the afterglow of a perfect day
while sleepy wasps and bees
buzz – but softly – softly,
reluctant yet from sugared flowers to fly away;
arboured honey is suckled,
buddleia has yielded up its golden hoard
delighting hover-fly
butterfly,  as even I
move my mind toward rest, this perfect eve’.
 
A gentle, song of the night
A nocturne – drifts from somewhere
Perhaps it lives inside my head - (they do, you know)
A night-bird sits above, ‘Night Music’ to share,
gentler even than its own sweet song.
All is at peace – peace rare in human throng,
yet welcome as I sit – and sip a sweetling brew,
weathered, heathered where other bees have supped and sipped
On moorland hill and island stream, which purled
And grew – and drew;
sweet water of the north, whose peat-imparted flavours now endue
my glass with cheer, then lull me
Into the stillness of the night,
wakening me – late - with cooling, soft-descending dew.
                                      John L. Berry, 19 August 2009.

© 2009 JohnL


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This writing could be nothing more that perfect for me, John!

'.. buddleia has yielded up its golden hoard delighting hover-flybutterfly, as even Imove my mind toward rest, this perfect eve'. ~ Purring with pleasure over those words...

It's beautiful.. it's how life should be with all its sounds and sights, its peace and gentle relaxation. As to the bonnie peat-embodied water - nigh heaven for you no doubt..

'.. then lull me Into the stillness of the night, wakening me � late - with cooling, soft-descending dew.' What lovely words: they make me sighhhh with pleasure and wish life could be like that always and always.

Rushing its way into Favourites. Thank you.



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This writing could be nothing more that perfect for me, John!

'.. buddleia has yielded up its golden hoard delighting hover-flybutterfly, as even Imove my mind toward rest, this perfect eve'. ~ Purring with pleasure over those words...

It's beautiful.. it's how life should be with all its sounds and sights, its peace and gentle relaxation. As to the bonnie peat-embodied water - nigh heaven for you no doubt..

'.. then lull me Into the stillness of the night, wakening me � late - with cooling, soft-descending dew.' What lovely words: they make me sighhhh with pleasure and wish life could be like that always and always.

Rushing its way into Favourites. Thank you.



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's beautiful John. I could hear Mozart playing "A little Night Music" in the background as I was reading, or perhaps it was just inside my head. I've always liked reading your work and this was no exception. You often delight and never disappoint. Cheers friend.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Wirral Peninsula, United Kingdom



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I live in England, and love the English countryside, the music of Elgar and Holst which describes it so beautifully and the poetry of John Clare, the 'peasant poet' and Gerard Manley Hopkins, which d.. more..

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