As the Dervish Dance.
Beyond the Sycamore trees.
Incandescent chanting of the birds
and the bees.
Summer is calling.
Answer please.

Feathered wild gorse between the rock.
A shimmering haze over the farmer’s flock.
The rapeseed Valley.
Wearing her yellow frock.
There’s a dance tonight.
She is dancing stock.

Wheat waving to let sunlight through.
Evening Primrose with morning dew.
Decanted Barley and hops for brew.
Summer mornings.
On this planet blue.

Crimson painting on the evening sky.
Lark or Dove, you can hear them cry.
The dance is on at the Harvest Moon.
Yellow dresses steel the room.

When the season is older.
and the palette becomes duller.
We embrace the cast of winter
For, Blue
is the warmest colour

Painting & Poem by Laurence Meehan