Summer Nights by Sally Evans

Grey light softens another summer night
and I give up bashing the stems with a stick,
gently moving mounds of greenery
in search of a cache of eggs —
those hens are laying out.
I’ve had some arguments with nettles,
rampant brambles and raspberries.
Bumbles, later out than honeybees,
depart from the deep red rose bush.
The days are not separated
by very much darkness
but we still have to sleep
and we shut our eyes against the half-light
                    to process it
in hope it will be renewed on the morrow.

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Sally Evans lives in Scotland and has Welsh connections. She has had several books of poems published including Poetic Adventures in Scotland (2014) and the Bees (2008).


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