Wednesday, 3 August 2016

poetry 2016 / 077


Promises to Keep

Teasel flowers striped
like Easter eggs in the morning sun;
the hum of bees, hoverflies
skeletal poppy seed cases dry and brittle
rattle in the breeze.
Clouds, rolling swashes of Payne's grey
against the summer cerulean
tickling the rooftops as swifts
dart past on boomerang wings.
Season-dried leaves clatter along the tarmac
hollow laughing promises of autumn
when the summer hasn't even gone.

A holly blue butterfly
buffeted by the wind,
caught in an eddy of draughts
at the junction of two walls.

© Rachel Green 2016


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2 comments:

Stephanie Wright said...

Oh, I love this! You had be completely there.

"hollow laughing promises of autumn
when the summer hasn't even gone" Yes, just that.

Rachel Green said...

You are too kind, dear one :)