Susie's July Post

ode to uma

imagine lying in the sun each day
where lawn grows thick the insects play
as beetles fiddle to butterflies’ trysts
blue wasps hover where lawn grubs twist
and while ants scavenge for every crumb
all this happens while cicadas hum

imagine looking at bright clear skies
listening to birds whistle in trees till
a breeze steals the warmth from the day
and when the sun sinks at last for a rest
winter nights dazzle with stars
and not rain nor thunder nor clouds nor tides
can hide or banish the moon

when grass springs thick and cicadas hum
and the scar on the path isn’t there
imagine the plea in large brown eyes
a nose on the scent from the gate to the dunes
how the tip of a tail lit the way to the sand
and the wonderful  trails by the sea

Susie Faint      16/7/14