Inspiral Daze

Start of Summertime,

missing hour slept through by most,

the tide turns gently.

Wild but delicate

as if testing the day, blooms

peep up from dead leaves.

Weather matches mood:

thoughts and daydreams undefined,

mists float in my mind…

Spring quietly awakes,

coming alive overnight

as if by magic.

Like a yearly tide,

dignity recedes, replaced

by summer season.

I lurk with the dawn

beyond the village boundaries,

not part of real life.

Enduring loves crash,

sad yet inevitable:

Life’s storms win again.

Early sunshine wraps

seductively round bare bark;

stillness gilded gold.

Long evening shadows

reach out over cold pebbles:

First sunset of Spring.

Suspense in the air

shattered by his ugly screech.

Sunset prey pursued.