Deafened by cicadas,
tinnitus in the trees.
Blue sky and silver leaves
shiver in the breeze.
Music drifts like woodsmoke
over basking olived hills.
Rocking lights of fishing boats
sparkle where the palette spills.
I held this dream of summer close
whilst, outside, trees were cowed.
The windows shook and lashed with rain
as Flaming June it howled.