the end of summer holidays

for an hour I found my place
underneath the citrus canopy
holding just-in-case jackets and apples

for an hour I knew the summer
of northern climes, lush rains, peaty dirt
paths for imagination and delight

for an hour I followed feet in pink shoes
to fairy forts, flowers and feathered finds

for an hour I invited the faint fog
of memory to play, only to loose it again
in the chatter of my bright today