Cloud-wisps swirl across the sky

as leaves dance on swaying trees –

havoc for a washing day.

Pegs clutch at socks and sheets,

battle with frivolities – lace

fraught as a summer wind

performs a dance macabre,

ordering trousers to cavort

to soundless music.

Pillow-cases bulge with captured air,

pushing coquettishly into nighties.

Towels hold their own – as I –

basket in hand

snip away the peg’s detentions

and carry home a satisfying heap

of summer fragrance..