Dead of Winter
From the Book of Seven Syllables
dead of winter
the ache of
lake water 300
around the house
in noisy ambush
winter winds 298
so sombre
what could be
in winter rain 299
winter chill
clinging to firewood
paper wasps 301
spring cleaning
I quietly rescue
the baby clothes 302
forget me nots
one at a time
last year 303
tomorrow comes
with soup the season
matters not 305
now crumbled
under waves
Shogun's jetty 306
spring flower
butterfly shadowed
by sunlight 308
winter
Tauhara sags
under clouds 309v
wire fence
sparrows strum
their music 312
winter
a sparrow strums
the wire fence 312v
roaring fire
huddled with me
winter moon 313v
Dads birthday
receiving the gift
of his voice 317
passing seasons
I slowly suspect
their meaning 318
warm tide
beach dancing
for tuatua 325
warm ankles
beach dancing
for tuatua 325v
motionless lake
a mist edges
the pines 327
motionless
a lake mist edges
the pines 327v
spring shoots
a blackbird sits
in the air 328
tattered rain
touches the peak
Mt Tauhara 330
spring pushing
winter aside
daffodils 332
winter shroud
the mountain
departs 335
winter squall
old bus shelter
braced for it 338
rushing on
gutter rain beats
the traffic jam 339
blustery day
blown down the beach
children's voices 340
belly lint
bobbing on the waves
goslings 341
Acacia Bay
a pair of birds
mid swoop 342
rising wind
the waves changing
within a blink 343v
another squall
my thoughts the colour
of waves 344
duck
wave
duck 345v
wild geese
in the gray the clap
of white tips 346v
a bluff swell
riding at anchor
little ducks 347
spring walk
a murmuring rises
in the kowhai 348
tulip blooms
spring grass
as high 350v
gum trees
summer for sale
to cicadas 351
squinty sunlight
the wonky fence line
wonkier 352
tui flight
the racket between
kowhai 353
acorn footpath
a lovers seat
in bloom 354
spring day
birds taunt me
by walking 355
spring fields
the breeze pulls
blades apart 357
beautiful day
the purple tulip
agrees 359
spring winds
gum leaves sparkle
butterflies 361
gum leaves sparkle
the gust a kaleidoscope
of butterflies 361v
November/December 2016
© Steven Clarkson 2016
From the Book of Seven Syllables
dead of winter
the ache of
lake water 300
around the house
in noisy ambush
winter winds 298
so sombre
what could be
in winter rain 299
winter chill
clinging to firewood
paper wasps 301
spring cleaning
I quietly rescue
the baby clothes 302
forget me nots
one at a time
last year 303
tomorrow comes
with soup the season
matters not 305
now crumbled
under waves
Shogun's jetty 306
spring flower
butterfly shadowed
by sunlight 308
winter
Tauhara sags
under clouds 309v
wire fence
sparrows strum
their music 312
winter
a sparrow strums
the wire fence 312v
roaring fire
huddled with me
winter moon 313v
Dads birthday
receiving the gift
of his voice 317
passing seasons
I slowly suspect
their meaning 318
warm tide
beach dancing
for tuatua 325
warm ankles
beach dancing
for tuatua 325v
motionless lake
a mist edges
the pines 327
motionless
a lake mist edges
the pines 327v
spring shoots
a blackbird sits
in the air 328
tattered rain
touches the peak
Mt Tauhara 330
spring pushing
winter aside
daffodils 332
winter shroud
the mountain
departs 335
winter squall
old bus shelter
braced for it 338
rushing on
gutter rain beats
the traffic jam 339
blustery day
blown down the beach
children's voices 340
belly lint
bobbing on the waves
goslings 341
Acacia Bay
a pair of birds
mid swoop 342
rising wind
the waves changing
within a blink 343v
another squall
my thoughts the colour
of waves 344
duck
wave
duck 345v
wild geese
in the gray the clap
of white tips 346v
a bluff swell
riding at anchor
little ducks 347
spring walk
a murmuring rises
in the kowhai 348
tulip blooms
spring grass
as high 350v
gum trees
summer for sale
to cicadas 351
squinty sunlight
the wonky fence line
wonkier 352
tui flight
the racket between
kowhai 353
acorn footpath
a lovers seat
in bloom 354
spring day
birds taunt me
by walking 355
spring fields
the breeze pulls
blades apart 357
beautiful day
the purple tulip
agrees 359
spring winds
gum leaves sparkle
butterflies 361
gum leaves sparkle
the gust a kaleidoscope
of butterflies 361v
November/December 2016
© Steven Clarkson 2016