Summer Fruits

Late summer colours
A panoply of shining lights
Of dahlia delight,

Dark riches of fat damsons
Just across the hedgerow ditch
Blood squeezed brambles
Dripping juice  through every stitch,

A flush of late dianthus
Lights the garden path
And spreads its sweetness 
By the garden gate
And amidst it all
A child's expectant face,

Waits for Mummy 
Coming home.

JL Sept 2nd 12:37