Evening

Quietly the wind strokes
the puffball
a seed drifts
on its inbuilt parachute

Quietly the sun hides
behind but thin clouds
imperceptibly
we have summer warmth

Excitedly
the birds chitter
in amongst the bushes
searching to feed their young

Rippleless the sea
stretches
languidly
in the summer evening

The sun dips
briefly below the horizon
teasing the night
before blazing back up