Yellow mustard fields.
The sun-baked earth
with it's mosaic cracks:
parched, barren, like
my thoughts - overheated.
Brain shorting out. Lazing
with the languor of the idle
below blue sky's great arc,
while white limbs turn red
then brown as last winter's leaf.
This could be idyllic, this choreless
Sunday: ice lollies in the freezer,
Chardonnay cooling in the fridge -
oh if only I weren't too lethargic
to move - only a lover could rouse my senses!
High above the Swifts reel,
their cries piercing. On unseen thermals,
a Red kite glides then steeply dives -
some poor unsuspecting rodent dies -
and I, heat mellowed, detached, simply observe.
Now increasingly dazed
as sunstroke threatens, cognition
like scrambled egg,
I drag myself from UV assault
and dive into ice cold pool.
Well, a girl can dream, can't she? 😉
I am taking a couple of weeks' much needed holiday, so will catch up with you all as soon as I possibly can. 😊
Have a great weekend guys xxx