Summer Dreaming

Summer Dreaming

Walking in the sleet blown street

In that morning time when you are no-one

Half awake, less than half aware

Not yourself, not yet a worker, a by-passer, a passer by.

A blue, summer bright, shining

Some pink, fushcia blush

'Viper's Bugloss' my passing by heart said

My heart which did not belong to work

Pulled out of sleep to walk, wake in this cold grey street

Thought of the flowers amongst the weeds in my french
garden

Wine warmed under the broad Lot Valley sky.

Not here, this time of day, this time of year

Where I am no-one

When the year is not itself

Passing by between winter and spring.

I squinted and bent my head, to be sure

Ah..I knew ..a wrapper,chocolate bar perhaps,

Nestled in the sleet, in the winter grey grass

But that moment when my heart said 'Beauty'

Remained

Even now when my brain said 'only rubbish'

But as I walked on, the disappointment,

born out of cynicism, swept down through the spaces in the buildings
around me

Why did I look closer?

I shut my eyes and imagined summer.