Already seeds set

Heralding summer’s demise

Autumn imminent?

Surface tension gives

Life to those inbetweeners

Who need both to thrive

I lift up my head

Put my hands behind my back

And swallow sunshine

Peer over the edge

Wonder at what you find there

As you open up

In each angled ray

A path to reach the next day

Gently down we lay

Scattered photons glow

Like seed heads in the sunset

Did I miss the point?

A summer swallow

Blazing a trail to follow

Through verdant hollows

Is this a mirror?

Are these my contorted limbs?

Am I still broken?

Scent drops like honey

Fragrance older than summer

Intoxicating

Hiding in the clay

Where lost bones slowly decay

Trove will surely stay

Drawn to the margins

Precariously balanced

Living on the edge

Is being enough?

Must we always strive to grow?

Everything is change

Now the seed is set

The hay will be full of life

Wild flowers flourish

Under scorching rays

Today was a perfect day

To cut and cure hay

Wild grass, bend my ear

Tell me what I truly fear

I was never near

Can a bird trespass?

Can a flower cause offence?

Who can build a nest?

Where once were hedges

Now solitary oak stands

All fields become one

And so we begin

Our path away from the sun

Soak in all you can

From thorny tendrils

Bright blossom and black berries

Bloom in defiance

A new leaf is turned

Another summer yearned

Same lessons unlearned

Elusive sunsets

Forever beyond my reach

What am I doing?

The green apple shade

Gently nodding overhead

I turn and hide again