In The Warmth Of Early Summer

Poem By Francis Duggan

In the warmth of early Summer quite melodious and clear
The blackbird is singing to tell rain is near
If not tonight or tomorrow then later today
Nature's creatures are telling us rain's on the way
The weather is warm and humid close to thirty degrees
And so very calm only the faintest breeze
And a golden billed blackbird on a sunlit wattle tree
Is singing of rain in the park by the sea
The blackbird a renowned Nature's minstrel of the Spring
But when he sings in the heat of the Summer that's a different thing
In the warm Summer air he must sense the thunder rain
From listening to Nature such insights we do gain
The blackbird this morning has rain in his song
And when it comes to the weather he is never wrong.

Comments about In The Warmth Of Early Summer

The longing and thirst for the rain to shower that every creature feels in an extremely hot summer is expressed in a simple and lucid style. The poet relates the every single signal that one gets from nature about its next phase.
Amazing manifestations of nature and their predictions woven in a wonderfully penned poem. Enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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