The soft evening air

Resonates with tired voices

In harmonic strain

Paddling upstream

This river that gives new life

Drags us out to sea

As the evening sun

Sinks behind the hawthorn hedge

Fall into shadow

Lying in long grass

Climbing up to the tree tops

Any place to hide

Hazy humid heat

Fervently consuming yet

Inescapable

Leafy green shadows

Shimmer on summer sunshades

Wilting into gold