When summer is gone
There will be another one
Meanwhile I’m waiting
When summer is gone
There will be another one
Meanwhile I’m waiting
Sunshine teasing me
So many perfect warm days
Stuck on the sofa
These soft summer sounds
Grass seed singing silently
While sprinklers sparkle
Stiff and aching joints
Waiting for the fog to clear
Drag me back to bed
My paper thin skin
Walking on cuckoo egg shells
Pushed over again
A vast empty sky
Hoist the billowing blue sail
Set our course sunward
Lazy in the heat
Sunlight bouncing off concrete
Blisters on bare feet
An acre of land
Hedges, fences, walls and gates
A trap, an escape?
Quiet summer days
Wait for something to happen
Life passing me by
From the fresh concrete
Seeds sprout into native weeds
Wilderness breaks through