Swilling in hawthorn
a restless summer evening on the downs
its yellow and white bedstraw
fit for our bodies, backs and snoring
our gritting teeth
I watch the chafers
as they become silhouettes
as their numbers slide
into the bristling night
drunk on dusk
the dip, swoop and dive
returning to an uncertain
place in the sky
© Daniel James Greenwood 2015
Daniel Greenwood 