waiting on a battery for 'Freda the Red Ferrari'
single seat mower, idle thus far this summer.
The battery will have to come on the ferry from the Main Isle,
when that will happen, how long is a piece of string.

wild flower seed scattered
four months to be enchanted
living in Butterfly and Bee heaven
red flowered fuchsia about to ripen.

one wanted to live by the sea
within wooded retreat

one does not know how it happened
but it happened to me.

subtle personal agendas;
flies in the spiders web.
to have escaped, is rare.

the river, in full spate,
waterfall tumbling and then
gently spilling out to sea.

children hop, skip, and play days away
one old woman, stick in hand, hobbles past
life at two ends of the circle at gardens hedge
they are related, grandmother to grandchildren
and I their would be poet neighbour, observing.

the flesh can be demanding
memories relight a fire
but the fire wanes;
loves onslaught all powerful.