Shapes and patterns drift

Red line on the horizon

Lava sunset clouds

Sockets connecting

Words escaping without thought

Silent hearts beating

Long July evenings

Reveal their secrets slowly

Just like an old friend

Long shadows stretching

Across the fields and canals

Like time travellers

Freshly mown thatching

Soft and warm between my toes

Summer smells of grass

Tawny kestrel wings

Hover over golden wheat

Where harvest mice creep

Another year gone

Half my life has sped away

Will the next half drag?

If I built a raft

And paddled down the canal

Where would I end up?

When the river bends

And the stars come out and shine

I will lift you up

Black feet and white wings

Scamper ‘cross the open lake

Rise up flightless bird

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A still quiet house

Head swims suspended in brine

My tired eyes close

As the sea tern swoops

Skimming above the water

My heart in his wings

Swiftly, silently

Swooping silver sea swallows

Surge, surpass, succumb

Gentle western clouds

Soften the sunset skyline

Another day melts

Fresh night air breezes

Between tiny chinks and cracks

In old canvas seams

Where am I going?

What does it matter if I

Enjoy the journey

Little giggle snorts

Escape from her clenched milk teeth

Uncontrollable

Everything around

Changes and grows and moves on

And I’m still waiting

The soft evening air

Resonates with tired voices

In harmonic strain

Paddling upstream

This river that gives new life

Drags us out to sea

As the evening sun

Sinks behind the hawthorn hedge

Fall into shadow

Lying in long grass

Climbing up to the tree tops

Any place to hide

Hazy humid heat

Fervently consuming yet

Inescapable