Summers End Poem by Andy Brookes

wheat fields edged with bitter grass.
butterflies bounce, hover flies skip
amongst the ladies slipper and purple vetch.
poppies dance, one day only, no review.
urgent bees knees deep in pollen work

shellac backed ladybugs hunt
ants milk the greenfly born pregnant
sucking sweet sap,roses ruin,

old barn a tumble ofred bricks an untidy scatter;
roof beams sagging, swallows nesting in its decay
to bring new life to its tired eaves
acrobatic they fly in the pale of evening.

across the meadows cows wander in line
to the gate lowing out, their udders full.
sun dips on the horizon a butterball
sinking into the cushion of darkening clouds.
sounds echoing hallow predicts rain tomorrow.
wind ruffles the wheat fields which are edge with bitter grass.