a thief called during the night
and was in such a hurry
he only managed to take the not so valuables
the parts of me that I hate
the parts of me that are ugly
and now he's long gone
that is all he will remember
the worst of me
and he will wish he never robbed me at all

Tea stained blotches
Slowly spread across
thick green leaves
as July is pulled into
August. Fat blackberries
Are scattered into hedgerows of
Cow parsley.
Brambles reach out their forked
Fingers and nettles swallow the pathways.
I am looking forward to autumn
When I am no longer in a busy emerald city
But instead in cool quiet
Trudging through golden bracken.

“where summer’s bronzes dull and sink”

the trees are like
wet coat hangers,
holding up the leaves,

my cat is frosty like
an october morn,
sleeping on the sill,

everything is dripping
like a wet pair of
jeans taken out of the wash,

the sky wears its greys
of cloud, dim and dramatic
it opens summer eyes.

take me to the hinterland
undress me in the violet dusk
in desolate beautiful country

show me the way forward,
or ask me what it means
to be here now

feel the wind on your skin,
the earth between your toes,
and taste the scents in the air