Summer's End

Elderberry drips

Her fruit in the final

Glare of heat; summer’s

Put out and it’s

Finished. Fruit melts to

Slush, microbes grip,

Now the skin has burst,

And festers in wounds

Left open to the air.

It turns past-ripe

And rank ooze

Makes birds retch.

The earth reforms

Its carapace; locked

Away, a lost harvest

Missed, turned bitter,

Hardened by frost.

 

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Henry Bew, 2012

 

Really trying to play with light, shade and a variety of objects in some photography, having found some lovely secluded 'mini' woodland round where I live. With the shortening nights, running the conclusion of summer and pressure to harvest seemed a natural accompaniment. I've also been trying to compress my writing as much as possible, so any comments, feedback and responses on this, particularly, is welcomed. Hope all have good weeks to look forward to!

Done