Summer Icicles (Kew Gardens)
The sleepy parkland nods its head
Drowsy, drugged in August’s pull
Trees shiver summer icicles
Heavy in the languid lull
Brash light pencils sketchy shade
Where leaves sprinkle sun’s fat shower
Splashing the grass in peacock pools
Healing minutes, blessing hours
And humans learn to be again
Walk the pathways, coned in light
Tasting touch and spacing slow breaths
Recalling other days of white
Shadows shimmering beyond grasp
Before their lives grew out of reach
They link arms and waists and idle
On the warmth of time’s soft beach