Moonlit castles slide 

Knights in shining armour glide

Until the king dies 

Under heavy rain

Canvas stretched by summer storms

Painting our lives now

The Atlantic chill

Burns against my summer skin

Spreads into my bones

A horizon scarred
Blood red clouds in rank and file

Reflect in sand pools

And when I return

To those sea battered outcrops 

I go back in time

When the sun breaks through

And we bathe in orange light

Will you remember?

Mountain storms brewing

Black clouds crack the sky open

Batten down the roof

Unfolding flowers

Droop and fall in the hot sun

The fruit of my hands

Trying to escape

This prison of possessions 

Simply simplify

Garden pottering

Tangled branches overgrown 

Rearranging weeds

Lost in humid streets

Ancient cobbles stumble feet

Swollen by the heat

Bob on baby waves

Undulating up and down

Drifting into sleep

Long lazy slow sea

Fish dart and team in shadows

Tideless and quiet

A thin water strip

Is all that separates us

From familiar foes

Hazy horizon

Storm clouds rumble the mountains

Waking mosquitos

Amphibious life

Moving between pool and pad

Reapply lotion

From dry rocky hills

Watch the sun roll slowly by

Across shining sea

Consumed by the fire

Reflected by searching eyes

Finally sleep fell

Buzzing bumble bees

Busy bringing back breakfast

Between black bristles 

Though I try my best

I will always let you down 

I have no excuse

Under the dark ground

Where woodlice and slow worms hide

Inside ancient bones

Overcast and dull

Another disappointment

Until September

Summer won’t stay long

Nights already drawing in

And what have we done?

Sometimes silence speaks

Louder than shouting or screams

Either way is dumb