Just dreaming..........

Feeling High

When dancing summer stays long,
leafy greens
On afternoon trees delight in mellow,
And turn shy roundelays to feel
late breezes
Stroking farewell to each leaf-face,
yellowed
By exiting sun.

Then I too, dusk-drugged,
And feeling high on June-induced,
sun-soaked
Opiates, rise and vacate the scene,
hugging
The calm closely.

Light tucks tighter night's cloak,
And day hushes
then pales
To give way as sky's
Placid surrender to dark
begins soon.

Hustled out of place, sun fades,
and wide-eyed
I make my peaceful way home
with a moon
Which now awake, reigns sublime
and relate
In grateful rhyme
this elation to a soul-mate.

Ivan Donn Carswell
the second strophe is an absolute beauty Fay

Shashendra Amalshan
Yeah!!, Fay, when it comes to writing poems, you have your own identity and I always felt high after reading your works... lol, read Karin ma'am's comment, hell yeah!!!! we should feed drug addicted people with your poetry, I am sure they would shout encore with every dose they get lol... love/shan

Karin Anderson
Images to die for Fay and as usual you caress this poem with your outstanding adoration of nature and beauty all around you. I love 'and turn shy roundelays to feel late breezes' and 'dusk-drugged and feeling high on June-induced sun- soaked opiates'. How I wish the drug addicted people would get their act together, and use Fay Slimm's stunning poetry to get high!

kath
such a peaceful, gently accepting poem Fay. Words to calm the soul. Wonderful. kath xxxxxxxxxx

Lynda Robson
Beautiful words to describe a wonderful June day, thanks Fay xx