“The long summer days” have already turned to Autumn. However, given the current state of things I, once more feel impelled to share this poem.
“Muddy” first appeared here in 2016. Looking at the state of British politics, and the world in general, I feel impelled to share this poem again.
I will forsake
Refuge in my study,
Among poets who speak
Words that endure beyond a week.
I shall sit listening to birdsong.
Summer days willimperceptibly turn
Into Autumn. I shall the world spurn
For Keat’s Nightingale.