All is not the same as I learn,
the hunger to disengage.
To give a  wide  berth
these battling  contrasts.
Only took a  photograph in medium  format
a glimpse a shutter's worth,
to  share in this  ovidian  downturn
and then walk away.

twined like bristle on ordinance days
but not quite as mystical.
Where are we going
and what have we cast,
responsibilty  came yodelling
by torrents
and plainly unsettled withdtew
to her plot.

I tried  to feed the  pigeons  with seed
at  the  end of  the  driveway,
not even a modicum was eat
unlike  my  friends  5  cultivated visitors.
Only  tonight  he is  watering his  Dahlias
and Sunflowers.
I casually forgot to  water my tub of  potatoes .
Energy and  priority
burns  with  this  capricious  summer.
and as  good as we think we are
its Brendan who
manages to surpass the conundrums
forever  your  plantsman and allotment stake- holder

The honeysuckle
regimented like  battalions of soldiers
its scent carried  by the  wind's discretion,
white flicks of impervious  cinder,
a burning season
whose sulphuric  palace
left  no doubt
the  high church of summer
was descending,
envisaged russett on one hand
muddy grey like a chagrin,
come to soon
the expiration.

She rode the wave of exclamation,
a borrowed  stirrup  buckled the wind -
of promises  broken,
turning pledges to  gorse
yellow stranding into  infinity.
She  pardoned with  forgiveness,
self serving without a kiss
and  finished  the  morsels
the  crumbs
of  her  hard fought victory.

Did you touch the memory of the country show,
showing  gratitude
for that faintly blowing wind that forgave
all those unwashable  sins
of omission.
After  all it was Janus and the aftermath,
that keep you on your toes
and something more will unravel
by the days end.

From the coldness of the skies
this bleak yearning
straddles me further.
Slippers at dawn, no patent path.
I remember no  extracting lie
no brave act, trodden not.
Such echo chambers I refuse
Steadfast now gathers
the finis, answered questions.