Upon the Heath

After the greedily laden cirrus' lighten their loads, a dog day returns to our suburban sanctuary. As the mercury ascends like a climber captured in a glass tube, the heath's heady aromas revoke our remorse. Tangled brier and spiky scrub emit their balm: a conspicuously redolent cocktail of coconut and cabbage. Backlit baubles of liquid sunshine dazzle the view, while defying gravity on their barbed roosts. Suspended above the sodden, verdant heath, like an ethereal spirit, another cloud hangs low, as if a subterranean lava lake - once dormant - has been aroused from its viscous langour. The transient torrent which incited the tribes to take refuge - now passed - invites its flock to flood back onto the pasture.