Summer Twilight in France: A Poem; Eating Al Fresco, Lights, Sounds, Birds, Stars & Satellites
Al Fresco life in France
Eating out in France is wonderful but the best eating out for me is not in restaurants but under the huge lime tree in our garden. The tree is the hub of our outdoor life there.
The best time is in the evening; it's shady under the tree, sheltered from insects by the gazebos and when we have family and friends around we spend the evening hours chatting, eating, drinking wine, often until the small hours. The balmy air doesn't chill and the time passes swiftly in the midst of such conviviality.
I love it and I hope this poem gives you an idea of what it's like.
A French Summer Twilight
Eating al fresco, company convivial,
delicious wine, discussion genial,
electric-blue sky lights the end of day,
cicadas tune up their orchestral fray.
They thrum a rhythm, their vocals loud,
a vast commune, a chatty crowd.
As they converse, the swallows swirl,
acrobats a-wing, a scene unfurls
Of silhouettes against near-dark,
replaced then by the outline stark
of radar bats, the family three
twist, turn, catch prey, their nightly spree
Of flitting, swooping, hair a-parting.
Our guests converse, the darkness starting,
as daylight dims, the stars flick on -
and shooting down - quick, there! ..aah... gone.
More silhouettes against the sky,
the peacocks roost, a final cry
of Léon! Léon! as if to say
this is our tree, we rule the day!
Our final search in the vast expanse,
for satellites, an odds-on chance;
they fly high, probing for information,
sending signals to nosy nations.
Owl prompted silence, dark as dark,
the air is fresher, we shiver, we hark
as distant train or barking canine
chase us in to sleepy bed time.
Copyright annart (AFC) 2014
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