Ah, what music north.
Lay out on summer at last.
Pipe the first faint break of cloud and air.
Pipe the heated rotten,
the over sweetened bloom.
Pipe the soothing heat in summer’s name.
Lay out on summer’s depth,
bass along the wetted spine….
How fancy o’erspills its frame outward
And every drowsy glance is eternity.
David Austin is professional violinist and teacher, who communicates through poetry. He has played with the Cincinnati Symphony, taught at Colorado College and various public schools. He is a published author, who has been writing poetry and novels for over 40 years. His pride and joy is a shelter in which he feeds and cares for animals. David is a member of Poetry Soup.