So let the evening

Carry you back through the years

The pattern unfolds

Now the clouds have cleared

Let the sun work it’s magic

Turning green to gold

On the verge of life

Where the outcasts and strays thrive

I will build my den

Reeling in your wake

Watch the dust settle and shake

You slam on the brakes

Floating in a flood

A green sea, a poppy lake

Swim until I wake

Mixing murky mist

With damp dew dust descending

Wander where we wish

Follow the hedges

Unending bramble rambles

Tame my straighter course

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