Midsummer, Tobago

Broad sun-stoned beaches.

White heat.
A green river.

A bridge,
scorched yellow palms

from the summer-sleeping house
drowsing through August.

Days I have held,
days I have lost,

days that outgrow, like daughters,
my harbouring arms.

by Derek Walcott

Comments (4)

A positive outlook very well expressed.
Joana, no more looking back, a new day has begun! Excellent write with a worthy message! ! Brian
farewell to life is getting new life...good poem
I really hope, you will make it! All the best for you!