Perfect weather
Lazy idyllic precious days
Bees buzzing about in the summer haze.
There is barely enough breeze to stir the grassy threads
Of tall foxgloves amongst the flower beds.
A cloudless sky of such clear blue
Bright butterflies dance their brief rendezvous.
The clarity of bird song on still warm air.
A day so beautiful, a jewel so rare.
An English summer sweet as strawberry
To be savoured in the mind, preserved deliciously.
By Izzy Silver
