summer - sarah das gupta

Lie in the shade of the willows,

freckled with spots of sunlight.

trickling through feathery branches.

Watch the rainbow trout gleam,

in the stream’s clear, crystal water.

Stretch out on the cool grass,

Drink the ruby red wine,

which holds the essence of summer.

Now the sun sets in a red explosion,

th sky fringed by a crimson horizon.

Listen to the waves, calling, alluring,

as a boat sets sail along a path to the sun.

Westwards to the Garden of the Hesperides,

to the golden apples of immortality.

Sarah Das Gupta is an 83 year-old writer from Cambridge, UK who also lived and worked in India and Tanzania. She started writing last year, after an accident prevented her walking, except with crutches. Her work has been published in many magazines and anthologies and in over 15 countries including US, UK, Ireland, Canada, Australia, India, Bangladesh, Nigeria, Germany, Croatia and Romania.