Breeze rushes past me
Trees, fields and vistas fly by
Geese prepare to leave
As Autumn fights with late Summer
Over who’s in charge
Bebbanburg to Bamburgh
Kings, monks, inventors.
Bee suckles nectar
Nature’s decadent candy
The circle of life
I remembered the rain was as purple as ink,
dripping, rivulets rich through my hair.
The street lights were blurry, the faces so fast;
But suddenly no-one was there.
The sky cracked and bruised like an overripe plum,
Spitting and cursing it’s words.
But warmth in the air and the softness of light,
Made the soft drumming all that we heard.
Headlights merged swiftly, a violet stripe,
Clothing unpeeling from skin.
Under this down pour, like fruit soft and ripe
Where I stop is where you begin.
Sweet summer rain is dissolving our thoughts
like blackberry wine, vibrant dark
A film still: preserved , like flies in jam caught.
Stained mauve, with your watermark.
Have a lovely week folks xx