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

Walking a tight rope

Between bliss and disaster

And falling apart

Fecund undergrowth

Towering over our heads

Life never stands still

Scatter thoughts like seeds

Carried away on rivers

The best ones come back

You follow snail trails

Curl up in my shell and hide

Behind tired eyes

From dirty black soil

Filled with bugs and worms and germs

Grows all that we eat

When all hope has died

And will is crushed and denied

Is there room inside?

Watching the weather

While we wait for the next tide

Wash me with white noise

Magical sunlight

A small girl in the long grass

Another day done

Against all the odds

At the bottom of the pile

Another ending

When the flowers are gone

They will track us to the hive

With smoke signal swarms

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Grain in the mill wheel

Teeth set against each other

Rocks on the seashore

A hollow gun shot

Warning birds flee their perches

Vultures circling

Soft violet lines glow

Lay low on the horizon

A sunset halo

Cuckoo in the nest

A gall wasp in the acorn

A leech on your back

From the setting sun

Venus raised her steady eye

Toward Jupiter

From Bleaberry Tarn

Down into Sourmilk Gill

Mountain water streams

Spring into summer

Floating back into the lake

Saplings into trees

Melt into the stream

Running down the mountain side

Spiralling onwards

The road goes on yet

The end is never in sight

So keep on driving

Lazy hazy days

Gradually become the same

Then the weather breaks