Friday Poem - Summer Evening by John Clare
A slight delay to the Friday poem this week, simply because it felt better to record this on the Solstice eve, in the Slad valley, out amongst the summer evening's birdsong.
I took a short walk after work this evening, down to the edge of the Gloucestershire Wildlife Trust's Snows Farm reserve, and listened out as the wildlife around me went still and quiet as I passed, as they do in Clare's poem.
I captured the 7.30pm evensong of the birds on my phone - as I type this at 9pm it is fading to a shiver of sound in the background as the wind picks up a little - but could not capture the poem well enough on the limited microphone, so that has been done indoors.
And now I am going to head back outdoors and catch the last of the light before it sinks over the hill beyond Slad, and revel in the beginnings of the shortest night of the year.