ILLUSION

 

 Just for a while

 The feel of summer,

 Fields of sunflowers,

 Light dazzling,

 Heat caressing,

 France not Cheshire

 Kind of summer.

 

 Smell of lusty earth,

 Taste of young wine

 That won't travel,

 Freshness of fruit

 And vegetables,

 Proudly displayed

 On market stalls.

 

 Just for a while

 The illusion of summer,

 Our bus winding its way

 Through the business park,

 Stopping and starting,

 Picking up,

 And putting down.

 

David Subacchi