Walking through these woods at midday is full of sensation. It is true that tree dappled shadows shrink to half what they are at dawn. The bark on the tree trunks might as well be sanded down. No ticking squirrels breakfasting on pine cones and the birds are all of a whisper. The farm track is reduced to dust. The light is modest, less flirtatious and all the gold is spent but there are still rewards for midday walks in this stifling country. Cocktails of herb and pine Have been cooking a while in the soaring heat And now they hang in thermals hidden in the forest. You walk along the twisting track, Careful not to stumble on gnarled tree roots baring all. The heat passes in waves that embrace you. There are splashes of vivid colour, Limestone outcrops flashing bright and white. The real treat Is this intoxicating scent of simmering pine Air rich, bold and empowered, It crescendos again and again With its herbal, treacly swirl around your head. An aromatherapy that swamps the air In a gentle drum roll with its own impulsive rhythm. My feet in dusty, scuffed trainers are beginning to boil. Soon it will be so hot I will switch, thoroughly spoilt living here on the coast, to dipping in the sea instead, to cool the head and the balmy exchanges of words we wish were unsaid; tempers can shorten in tropical heat. Just in case I am high maintenance enough to miss the deepest scent of summer in the buzz of this forest at noon, while I choose to be under the spell of the moon, I shall savour it here, My sweet reminder Until summer do us part.
I absolutely love this story, it conjures up magical smells and emotions. Makes the heat in a way more bearable with the prize of pine walking through the trees . And rippling water . Beautiful.
It’s Beautiful my friend 🙋🏼♀️