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

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