Fay Slimm.

HEAT.

 

 

HEAT.

 

The sun in lemony vapours
of morning dilates
pale in dawn\'s haze.

 

Beaks of small birds
sip mossy-stone dew pure as milk
while June\'s day stirs.

 

Sky\'s bubble-shine
wraps summer round rooted thrust
as weed vies with vine.

 

Silky gossamer
lies on wet grass which candled air
dries with a promise.

 

Sounds of waking
appear as ferns droop with unfurl
for summer\'s heat waits.