SUMMER IN SWEDEN

Written after a stay in a typical timber Swedish house, tucked away by the lakes in the forest.

Summer in Sweden

 

Damp, drizzle mist

Through the patter- patter leaves

Of half-hidden, swaying green trees

Swaying in time

To the late summer breeze

This is my memory of love

And you

 

Soft, mossy tracks,

Leading down to the lake

Long wooden jetty

Swaying, swaying

Saying, saying,

I love you

This is my memory of love

And you

 

Soft spoken voices and sharp sudden laughter

Splash of a fish, the ripple after

The splish-splash of soft-bullet rain

The warmth of your breath

On my face again

This is my memory of love

and  you

 

The bolt-sudden thought to throw off our things

And jump in the lake and swim and swim

And laugh at the chill and warm summer breeze

Damp, drizzle mist, through patter- patter leaves

This is my memory of love

And you

 

Hands dug in pockets, as the gentle rain

Kisses my face as an aunt again

At a fleeting meeting, haunting, taunting

Where did you go?

I am left with my memory of love

And you

 

 

 

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