poem: england in june

england in bloom

i left england in january

harsh brittle cold

flew across a few continents

a new life for one sold

to a place where the sun

gets to shine all year long

where the colours of life

play out loud, a bright song

in the mist of november

a few weeks before

red car and a sheep field

and snow i once saw

but now life was lighter

my skin turning brown

with my bag and my suncap

lost all want to frown

months they flew by

flying as i

from mountains to coastlines

in east asian sky

but june was encroaching

that wonderful season

of birthdays and weddings

of reason and reason

to make a trip home

perhaps! could it be?

for what of the roe deer

or south cornish sea

what of the wildflowers 

that grow by the heath

what of the swimmers

in north london heat

what of the music 

that plays on the hill

what of the ciders

you cant help but spill

over light linen shirts

and sandals (in england!)

perhaps all this life

weaved into this inland

is all i had wanted

those months long before

the snow in the sheep field

may not be so sore

as what it had been

when sunsets came early

what if the lesson

that came from that journey

was always to find 

a new path to come home

to see this small island

as more than an omen

of all that i lacked

and not what i had

an island of life

and joy i might add

so how do i brave

all these winters of cold

when summer is where

my life wants to unfold

i cant spend all year

simply waiting for june

life built on the blocks 

of whats yet to come soon

perhaps mere surrender 

is all we can use

to help us to sacrifice

the life we would choose

in favour of lives 

we are given instead

where june is eternal

if just in my head