These long June meadows

Capturing endless sunlight

In golden seed heads

Each season has rain

The summer soaks up bracken

And foxgloves glow bright

Moss crawls over us

Sodden in the falling spray

A gentle decay

A shiny ribbon

Snakes though this fresh meadow

A tale without end

These rain battered shores

Our callouses are still sore

What else lies in store?

June bringeth roses

Knee high grass strewn with posies

Pollen filled noses

Rain grows greener grass

Shadow makes colours brighter

Darkness lights the stars

An uphill battle

Can be transformed to a game

With a few small humps

Why is water white

When it turns and churns with air?

Where is the light from?

When my use expires

Toss me aside. This trash will

Outlast all my bones

Storm brewing, stewing

Chewing it over, struing

Wearing, waning, wing

Twisting towards dawn

Stretching and reaching beyond

Our hazy vision

One land to the left

Another rush to the right

Nations divided

Should I cross the bridge

Or flow neath with the river?

A fork in my road

Hope alone can’t save

As the grey pushes northward

This last wild corner

Now House Martins nest

In this room once loved and dressed

We lost, they are blessed

Above the bush line

Scattered stones and weathered bones

Secrets mountains hide

With an angry growl

And a stern and steady frown

I stand here alone

This spruce wilderness

A monoculture desert

Tunnel vision reigns

As I climb higher

I forget what’s behind me

Look only ahead

Nature never stops

Turning sunlight into life

I will play my part

You’ve been holding us

High above the forest floor

Longer than memory