Summer

Edge: Seasons of Childhood (Peak District, Derbyshire)

ll—Summer

suddenly
the sky blues into lazuli
casting us into the fragile heat
of this invalid summer

crouching on the heated earth
we look up
at the greened edges
spreading themselves fearfully
into the light
as if hiding from shears

the tentative resurrection
opens my window
lets me rest my legs on the roof
the colours like jewels
wet and primary
black sea rocks piercing the rock garden
the white and purple
and the maidenly bruise
of the pregnant day
white flowers like milk

this may be the only day of summer
so I imagine falling into the sky
falling into the invisible sun
falling into the poison purple flower
in some secret corner
or some secret edge