Summer Poem by Jojoba Mansell

I step through the door
and enter a world awash with life
the hedgerow drips with birdsong
bees throb through the lavender
and as I write, the breeze whispers
secrets, promises and forgotten truths
high above, the swifts
cutting down winged insects
crying in unison, dipping and rising in formation
my eyes drink deep of the rich palette
roses in tones of pink, yellow and deep red
grasses of rich greens, proud, magnificent
stark against the yellowed patches
blades dried and bowed in sacrifice to the golden Sun
I am swaddled, held by the sights and sounds
beside me, the lavender quivers
bouncing under the bees' inspection
perfumes the air around me
I pause, let this space fill me,
hold tight this moment and am reborn