Thursday 13 August 2020

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