Sussex
Behold the ray of the afternoon sun
Pouring over the empty veranda
Golden and solid as honey
Enlightening particles of merry pollen
Close your eyes
Feel the warmth
The friendliness of the English summer
Soak it in
Let it breathe through you
Listen to the gentle humming
Bees
Gathering nectar from the flowers
You can smell those too, if you try
Feel the summer persuade all your tired senses
Make them give in to total surrender and relax
Open your eyes again:
A wobbly table
Two chairs, close, with a suggestion of intimacy
Of the people who just left
You can sense the contentment they left behind
Their happiness is still in the air
So is the discussion that just ceased to echo
One of the chairs has an odour of tobacco
The other of faint jasmine
Sunrays highlight the pair of glasses on the table
Amber substance reminds you of liquid gold
You raise your head
Your eyes meet the horizon far, far away
And between the tantalizing horizon and you;
Hills
Wild grass like an ocean as far as you can see
Caressed by the soft breeze
Glittering in all the different shades of green
Occasionally interrupted by islands of rocks
You see a track
Barely visible – but there
And footprints, too
We don't follow
For the hills are places for silent conversation
And for walking alone with the person with whom you want to share all your glasses of honey wine
