What happened to Summer?



I’m awake and cannot see,
it’s like being
buried alive in the dreams of
what used to be
and I am not even sure of the
season or time,
does the sun ever shine or
have I just forgotten?

Redwood
hardwearing timber
old and
like some us not as
limber as we were,

the cracks appear to be wider
and the nights draw in much earlier.

but the show goes on and
the medicine man sells his
miracle cures,
everything’s ‘dope’
designed to give hope
to those who can see.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.