It's darker now than it has been,
despite the heat of the day.
It's darker, now, tonight.
Bats swoop and glide overhead.
Tiny pipistrelles, a summer glide,
trailing glimpses of autumn and halloween. It's darker now.
My mother's capacity for love
is greater than mine has ever been.
My father's, less, I think.
Worked late again.
Meant to go swimming.
But things came up.
Saturday, 6 July 2013
The swallows swoop and chirp, fly to and from their nests over our heads.
And as daylight finally fades, we sit out, glad now of the blanket, and watch the last bits of colour fade to black.