Cool next morning breeze

Silver caterpillar silk

Glistening with you

Icy cold currents

The river is all we need

Swirling round my toes

Sunlight, moonlight, stars

A long distant memory

I’m still holding on

Sun scorched drooping leaves

Withered wilted wan waning

When will it a-rain

Parched, cracked, yellow lips

Hiss and squeal as they suck

From the garden hose

Run under the bridge

Retreat into a sea shell

Take me to the beach

A double edged sword

I led you to the water

You ran yourself through

A steady stream flows

Rumbling, burbling, hiss

Just summer traffic

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

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