Wednesday 5 September 2018


There’s something mischievous
about summer. The way
It goes to our heads.
Upturns our routine.
Upends our days.

Sends us scampering  
to retrieve straw hats
that smell of Spain
and skirts that scatter
coconut in their train.

We stockpile factors
and balms and visors
and shades, as if
this reverse eclipse
will never end.

There’s something comforting
about its tail.
The fallen leaves, the night rain
The scarf to be donned
The head regained.

Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2018


  1. Love it! But I'm not yet ready to don the scarf. I wish for it to continue just a while more. Spoiled, I know