Ice cream cones stifling wilted moans, lazy, flower skipping overdressed drones and unblushing beauty static and prone, absently intent on the tan that she hones.

The beautifully bruised evening sky, a delicate flitting flutterby and murmurs a languid ‘hi’ to the buzz of the noisesome bluebottle fly. Oh aye, you mustn’t deny a space to the things that try

Early morning mist shrouding a silent field is bliss, so sneakily admits to the list the joyful cacaphony of summertime kids is never too hard to dismiss.

Shower dial heavy on the counter- kirkwise, senseless moments in the ice then mentally rise, a brief respite from all that stupefies beneath this relentless appolean reprise.

Windows thrown wide and quilt cast aside also the loving embrace that you cannot abide, funny, the closeness of summer brings an uncontested night time divide…