SORRY…

… I’m not around much at the moment.  Thought you might like this photo:

and a little poem I wrote after seeing my license reapplication form.  Gob-smacked.

at a certain age
we are called upon
to renew our driver’s license

and bureaucracy
must sacrifice some trees
for their beloved forms

mainly straightforward
until I am asked to tick
male, female, or indeterminate

I ask you, at 75
I should have decided
what sex I am
by now…

SUMMER HEAT

It’s that season again, where you accidentally grab cicadas when you’re un-pegging your washing,  the woolly aphids are decorating the apple tree with white candy-cotton – and there are always two or three bees at once down the throats of the pumpkin flowers.

bumble-footed bees
stumble, stoned
among the pumpkin flowers
their stripes disappearing
in yellow dust

© Maureen Sudlow