Inspiral Daze

Skeleton flowers

reach moonward in unison.

Determined decay.

Diamante cobwebs,

gaudy against morning mists:

Divas in their field.

As if to sweeten

the truth of Summer’s passing,

fruit ripens slowly.

Seagulls dip and wheel,

their cries carried towards France

beyond the sunrise.

A vacuum-packed day,

colour and movement sucked out.

An ominous start.

Alone with the sea

Granite glows obstinately,

defying cold wind.

Riotous colours

assault dulled Sunday senses

forcing me awake