Lazy hazy summer days,
Life drifts by in a golden haze.
Dozy dreamy summer skies
Passing clouds go drifting by.
Scents of flowers, new mown grass,
Sitting back to let life pass.
Stepping off the carousel,
Of life’s humdrum carnival.
Today the rain falls in torrents,
Fierce wind strips the trees
Of Autumn tinged leaves.
The sky is grey,
The countryside dull grey-green.
Today my legs work, my arms work.
I have eaten well.
My thoughts are lucid.
I am content.
It is a beautiful day.
Sue Phillips couldn’t write when she started creating poems, memorising rhymes until she learned. Her work falls into two blocks: before and during M.E., with perspectives that differ starkly. A post M.E. era may one day give her a third viewpoint. She also writes books, articles and short stories.
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