Call up the good weather
Don’t see foxes often, except
Of a Midsummer, under a nightsky
Deep almost as frost.
Look anywhere you like
There’s life.
And yet, look again:
The stars are going back in time
Midsummer’s Rainbow
Think about grasping it
Think I haven’t got it just yet.
And then.
Bright Kingfisher, Bullfinch and the
Thrush-speckled sky.
Stars on course, deep as frost
Call up the good weather
Midsummer Rainbow, the dust
Of Midsummer echoes shooting stars.
(Refrain: Call on me, the melody
Of wood and wind and water sweet
I made this dance for minstrelcy
For you and me
A touch of love and beauty.
Kingfisher, call up the good weather)
Poem Francis & Phil / appropriation of ST Coleridge
Readers Francis & Dom; singer/composition Christine Johnson, guitarist Ric Lord (engineered by Steve Allen) & drummer Ian Davenport
