Sun shines, leaves aquiver
Trees of red and brown surround
Dappled paving, windows glitter,
In the woodland not a sound.
Golf course basks in light supreme
Sun reflects on shiny clubs
Chipping to the nearest green
Muffled clunk of ball on steel.
People move and voices chatter
Under sky of cloudless blue
Overlooking ruffled water
Breakfasts nourish life anew.
Cleaners clean and Hoovers hum
Last night’s debris all has vanished
Bags are loaded into cars
To our homes again we’re banished.