A Summer Poem by Nina Quigley SUMMERING 26/7/14 Rain creeps quietlyinto my consciousnessfrom the open windowas I waken to a soft dayafter several torrid days of heat. For once in Irelandthe hot sand burned our feet,and we had to hop sharpishdown to the water,to spend languid periodsof uncharted timeswanning about in the salton body boards,being … Continue reading Summering by Nina Quigley