The sleepy thrum and buzz of sultry sounds;

Insects darting in the heat-drenched air;

Bees dipping into flower-heads, here then there;

Spiders tending webs in hidden lairs.

Wildflower meadows beckon in the breeze;

Tall grasses swish and bend with subtle ease;

Buttercups gleam as far as the eye can see;

Wild Violets, Clovers, Pimpernels, growing free.

Crows with wing-tipped feathers grace the sky;

Their distant caws echoing way up high;

Bringing messages from other worlds, a sign;

To follow our path where our true happiness lies.

A copse of slender Birch trees caught my eye;

White bark glistening as silver in sunlight;

Leaves fluttering lightly on elegant branches;

Small birds trilling brightly from their lofty perches.

Grounded to the Earth with feet and toes;

Imagining how deep down this energy goes;

Soaking up the light in calm repose;

Savouring each moment of this golden glow.

Precious gifts of Summer know no bounds;

Everywhere, abundance can be found;

The stillness, ah, the warmth, the languid flow;

Where spirits fly and souls feel most at home.

Sue Cartwright

Spiral Leaf