Next summer 

Winter is coming. Inspired by a song by Bosse, heavy grey clouds and cold footsteps. 


Next summer


The summer sun heads to the horizon

As flowers start their bendy journey back to earth

Grey clouds roll in from the North

And the land sinks on to its snowy haunches

 

See you next summer

On our quiet street

See you again next summer

 

The air takes on that silence

Stillness that only comes once leaves have settled

All sounds muffled in the greying shades

Where cold is currency and quiet lingers

 

See you next summer

On this quiet platform

See you again next summer

 

Summer feels like the city

The rays flashing down concrete 

Jungle air hanging out hot and heavy

The taste of cut grass on dry-bone streets

 

Winter comes

In ice-wind scale

Beauty at its bleakest

Nature’s tap on the shoulder

 

See you next summer

On the top of the hill, where all is quiet

See you again next summer

 

The leaves are fallen, the birds gone

The winds blown out and the planet turned

These streets, empty and sharp

Tell me of a winter heavy and crisp

 

Cracked and cold

 

See you next summer

In a moment of quiet

 

See you next summer


S-s-s-sloth out.

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