a summer to remember

 

smoke char

bracken blackened

bleach

and shadowed

sun beats down

a summer to remember 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

dreams and nightmares - no. 113

the cornfield dawn

the air burnt hot rows of corn

bleeding through the crevasse

there was no rain

no air

no sound

the cloud hung still

a humid brooding mass

bruised

and purple streaked

to the ground

in which tiny scurrying insects

danced

among the weeds

and

scorched grass

this was the cornfield dawn