as the air curdles
it cancels the arrival of summer
It’s like an oven
On one side of the house
There’s a disappointingly chilly breeze on the other,
So it was coffee in a coat today.
A devilish donut invited me to sit.
It’s our first blue May sky that tugs at summer.
The air boasts of summer plans.
The blue sphere below my coffee glides across the glass table
Towards the sea. I notice a white soft, cotton woolly haze
Without a belly, without a curl, it smothers the horizon
This mischievous mist creeps up the coast towards the donut and I
In just a few minutes
The first line of trees are nearly gone, losing their bold heads.
Clarity has sunk.
The pine umbrellas are no longer a deep evergreen.
They are ghost-like smudges for trees.
The haze moves inwards, wet air over hot land, curdling
And myself and a half a donut jump right back out of summer
Into spring again where we belong.
I shall have to be patient and wait for summer,
It will be here in a hundred coffees or less,
When sitting either side of the house you fry,
Saved only by the nights and magical outdoor evenings under a starlit sky.
Lost in your story xx