summer garden

shade creeps towards me from the big beech tree blackbird sings and sparrows chirp on gently swinging feeders in its arching branches time has slowed in this heat moving like syrup as the sun slides slowly down the slope of the blue I could sit here all day like the cat beside me lazing in…… Continue reading summer garden


time warps and bends    like a runaway train       it careers down the track          whipping words from my lips             and the breath from my lungs there is no time left for planning and shopping and Christmas is piling on top of my head  and yet   like    a sloth      it is    pon-der-ous-ly  i n c h i…… Continue reading time