‘Boof’ a softened thud
beside me; thirty foot fall,
a squirrel scuttles.
by Scooj
‘Boof’ a softened thud
beside me; thirty foot fall,
a squirrel scuttles.
by Scooj
Splendid Sunday sounds
as neighbours strim untidy
lawns; smells of Summer.
by Scooj
There’s always room for
two, when one of them is you
and the other’s me.
by Scooj
I can jump so high
to the moon and stars above
believe me I can.
by Scooj
With my eyes closed I
can hear the shrill cries of swifts
signalling Summer.
by Scooj
A blustery day
in a pooh bear sort of way;
wind and sun and rain.
by Scooj
Exploring Cornish
rock pools all Summer break; those
were such carefree days.
by Scooj
Even now, as raw
winds battle southwards, Summer’s
last traces rejoice.
by Scooj
Summer’s last hurrah
new leaves unfurl, unprepared
for September’s chill.
by Scooj
How long must we wait
to revel in warmth again
and bathe in sunlight?
by Scooj