The lull that follows the solstice
leaves me gasping.
Where have distant woods and fields gone?
Hidden by waving maize stems.
What am I doing here?
Sitting in the sun doing nothing
gazing at heavy green-ness
with eyes dulled by apathy.
Where is the impulsion brought by Spring?
In this mid-season hiatus
soon to slide into brief Autumnal high
before descent to Winter passivity.