I have written a poem inspired by the hot weather.
A sunny glade ’mong summer haze
Tree trunks young sheltering doves
Their shadows muse meadows confuse
Lined with steps and places to rest
And windswept clocks fritter in locks
Of plaits and yearns t’ward the yard arm
Crinkle leaves grow on reflective trees
Of daisy dens wide to love the sky tide
I wrote it about the section of path between Duke Street and the tram bridge from town Because of works on South Street bridge the way to town for me was diverted along this path.
Rowan Colver, indigopoet.co.uk