Hot Air Balloons

(Leaf 54) – Reflection

 

This poem is about a very vivid memory of one morning while camping in Northamptonshire, during one of the long hot summers of the mid-1990s.

 

 

A dragon blast

of hot air,

overhead

 

we wake –

early morning,

blue sky

 

hot air balloons,

drifting above

our tents.

Photographs by Timur Kozmenko (Pixabay).