written on a hill overlooking woldingham school

Weathering brick, hovering leaves

That float off their mother tree,

The cracking of sunflower seeds

And the empty ache that hangs upon my tongue,

Sun glittering down to polished feet,

Doves‘s shadows lie in black pools on the concrete,

Burning legs,

Adagio breeze,

Jealous clouds take back the sky,

Squinting eyes greet

The gold star of

Evanescent eternity.