The first hot
Summer-like day
I walk the Tiglio Road
Through dense humid acacia
Clover and elderflower air
Like stepping into a shower
In any one of the many houses
In which I have lived
Or stayed
Full with sense and sensitivity
To smell the soapy steam
Someone has just left
Your poem echoes across 700 years, to the arrival of another such day in an English glade:
Sumer is i-cumin in,
Lhude sing, cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springth the wude nu.
Sing, cuccu!
Awe bleteth after lamb,
Lhouth after calve cu,
Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth,
Murie sing, cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu,
Wel singes thu, cuccu.
Ne swik thu naver nu!
Sing, cuccu, nu. Sing, cuccu.
Beautifully vivid!
Thankyou, for completely changing the perspective of my day.
Thank you all for your generous comments and contributions, I’m honored.