In the midday heat under stunning blue sky
I’m still basking in high summer. The cosmos
producing late buds, are still just beginning.
We share reluctance to let go, to move on;
but mornings are minutes later and evenings
are dark enough for candlelight. I focus
on midday moments, on summer dreams and on
breathing in the energy of feeding plants:
bulbs stocking up for next years exhibition,
stellata fattening sweet silvery buds,
and the Japanese anemone peeping
bright white eyes between the glossy green
of fatsia fingers. Focus on hoarding the
memories, the mellow delights, for the long
hibernation that will inevitably
follow the summer fattening of my soul.