The Taste Of June Poem by Sareh Sayidi

Sang on the balcony
loud and clear
the mocking bird.

The time yet, was late
and asleep already
the little dancer
of the June summer night.

Sat alone thinking
that ocean wide
in balconies of lonesome shades,
to the reflective sea
and of the overcast sky.

Running down
with all dark greens, yellows and reds,
in wild arms of summer rains.

Left fading into autumn;
the depths of happy thoughts,
whirling into dancers, into the shades of nights.

10072015 _ Oslo KirV