Steady summer storms 

Wash away sandy footprints

Worms come out to play 

Every tiny crack

A home for weeds and migrants 

Hold tight little ones

Inbetween torrents

Dragonfly wings a quiver

Glowing spectral haze

Melodies vanish 

By bending broken branches 

Into the darkness 

Golden grains of sand 

Sipping through the glass of wine 

Until I forget 

Putting up fences 

I can’t hear what you’re saying 

Above the drilling 

Long hot summer days

We used make the most of 

Now fade into grey

Dreaming of sunsets

Waiting for the storm to pass

Living in memories

Little roots shoot out

Burrowing into fresh soil

I’m hanging in there