Summer in oils

One duotone memory - a scenic backdrop in oils
green paint splashes on a sunburnt canvas
hard to imagine it was such - only last summer
our last summer - two ants in a jam-packed London square
picnic chairs stamping out ownership of shade
those few jagged shards that cool at the boundary edge
but even there you perspired in deep oily furrows
and the lilac scent of Buddleia fatigued anxious butterflies 

Still the paint of many summers smells fresh in my veins
even as the year advances like armies towards inexorable victory
to Remembrance and field poppies long gone
skylarks and cracked earth where spiders ran from our dry footsteps
now I step ankle deep in amber under uncertain clouds

Making some memories and metaphors with Björn at dVerse