A Wet Spring
From the Black Book Two
tonight's brightest star
closer to the crescent moon -
no, I am 226
rain
falling in the lake -
time rushing by 227
the evening star
passes so low
it touches the hill 229
for a moment
the sparrow in the tree
wears a leaf skirt 234
move quickly now
little jumping spider
on my tap 236
turning the garden
a bee checks out the rhubarb -
thinking of desert 237
blossom
rolling down the road
drifting in the wind 241
Whakaipo bay
facing beauty -
alone in the rain 246
tonight
every blade of grass
touched by moonlight 247
through the rain
seeking the trees -
a silent tui 248
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2013
From the Black Book Two
tonight's brightest star
closer to the crescent moon -
no, I am 226
rain
falling in the lake -
time rushing by 227
the evening star
passes so low
it touches the hill 229
for a moment
the sparrow in the tree
wears a leaf skirt 234
move quickly now
little jumping spider
on my tap 236
turning the garden
a bee checks out the rhubarb -
thinking of desert 237
blossom
rolling down the road
drifting in the wind 241
Whakaipo bay
facing beauty -
alone in the rain 246
tonight
every blade of grass
touched by moonlight 247
through the rain
seeking the trees -
a silent tui 248
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2013