In the Meadow
a poem
In the meadow.
A roasting light streaming.
Summer heat seeping into the brown earth.
The sweetcorn sways to the sultry hum of nesting bees in high branches.
We sit in the grass, with closed eyes, and listen to the solstice-song.
Nature Lover, Former Mental Health Professional, Writer https://tinyurl.com/y2cgqhgv
