LONG SUMMER
Hay lies golden.
A still, blue morning threaded
With skimming swallows.
Waiting, (for nothing in particular),
Thoughts form a translucent tent,
The hollow hush of calm.
A butterfly’s uncertain path,
breeze-borne, is this life,
Certain as the edge of summer clouds.
Time, a slow roll across hillsides,
Sun and moon, sun and moon,
A garland of slow, warm days.
simonhlilly 
Wonderful last line to a great poem. ❤
Thank you kindly.
‘ .. blue morning threaded with skimming swallows’ and ‘A garland of slow, warm days.’ Gorgeous.
Thanks, Safia!
Simon, you’ve captured a the essence of summer.
Many thanks! This year has been a very good one here in England. Sun and warmth for weeks! Most unusual.
Thank you Simon…I’ve needed a little of this pace. I let out with these words. Large breath. Wellness.
Thanks! Best wishes!
A delicate and detailed scene easily viewed by the reader. Nice work Simon.
Thanks, Mike.