That moment of utter calm,golden as buttercup morningsand pollen-dropping dusk, when summer settles,a hand, a face in the blue, and each tiny insect soundin the brittle-stalked hay, new-mown,the tireless chiff chaff of the chiff chaff,sudden flash of swallows, is a stroke of genius,a chord that balances light, life and peacein the slow opening and closingof […]

A moment of summer — Jane Dougherty Writes