summer's almost gone

 

 

 a soft sun-lit shaft 

steals silent 

between the shimmered morning 

maidenhair 

moist in the fecund dreams

of a young girl 

 

a solitary tree

stands proud

chained to the floor of the wood

its verdant head

pulsing

with the risen sap

of one last summer morning

autumn beckons

cut to the chase

the garden blooms

crop

 

reunited

It's been seven long months since we've seen Hannah, our youngest daughter, and April her lovely fiancee.

On Saturday we took them to visit Ben, our son. Ben is learning disabled and it meant so much to him to see them both. We went for a socially distanced walk round the park and left Ben with some Aston Villa face-masks and some Skittles.