Feelings seem to drag hours through wind.
Dusk blusters across a clearing
where something fizzles,
whizzing round like white lightening in a tin.
Heat congeals on a musty scent of fading flowers.
5.30 almost succumbs,its lumbering parts expire
in a day become tired. The wind seems to list,
loosening into a breeze, then settles.
Air stills, space between trees eases back,
choking on raw emotion.