Missing Summer

Missing Summer by Phil Hackett
The sun dappled clouds

cleared by the breeze,

birds sing out loud

whistling through the trees,

The storms that gather.

A green and pleasant land.

The rain that pours,

soak the soil and the sand.

Scudding clouds.

Pollen counts.

My lover misses them all.

Beaches, coves and forest floors.

Mountains, valleys, glens and moors.

She’s missing summer.

And then the fall.
By Phil Hackett
My wife has suffered from ME for eighteen years but her health has deteriorated since last summer.

Written as an entry for the #MissingMillions poetry competition to support MEAction for ME Awareness Month.

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