All The Joys (Of A Summer Night) by Ian Lewis Copestick

Brit Grit, Ian Copestick, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine



All The Joys

        (Of A Summer Night)
Pure, pale blue sky,
little, fluffy clouds,
grass  as green
as anything seen
on a movie screen.
Birds singing in the background, but I
don’t know the type
Singing for seed,
or singing to breed,
or just for the
beauty of the night.
Bright flowers to
tempt the bees,
scantily clad girls
to tempt me.
All the joys
of a summer night.
No, they don’t
happen too often,
but the buzz
you get off them
makes you feel
everything is alright.
A couple of months
every year
is only as near
as we get to this power.
But the memories remain
as winter pours
down the drains,
and we make it through
to spring’s showers.
Then, again
comes the sun,
to charm everyone.
For a short while
again it is ours