Black Book Two
sliding past
pausing now and then
the last dandelions 10
when I turn away
my cup a loud hailer
for an autumn fly 11
silver lake
tarnished
by the setting sun 14
in the lake
rocking gently
yachts and ducks 15
across the bay
the shadows are closer
to the sunset 16
black cricket
at home
in my gumboot 21
suddenly -
leaves rustle
grass bends 23
hills soft with grass
birds tumble
in the autumn wind 24
I remember
the cicadas cry
but in winter? 27
wet washing
left inside
all the insects gone 28
the smell of blossom
still
cherries but a memory 29
before the chill shadows
the sun, the day
all yellow 35
the warmth
follows the sun
behind the trees 36
upside down
tuis
in the kowhai tree 37
summer breeze
ranks of grass
swarm up the hill 45
yesterday
I had two socks -
today a mystery! 46
flitting here and there
a moth over the cut grass
never touching it 58
taking biscuits
from the cat bowl
magpies - then the others 64
the lake
finger painted
with grays and greens
spring storms pass -
raindrops
on the grass 68
birds, bees and bulls
sing, hum and call
now that spring is here 70
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2013
pausing now and then
the last dandelions 10
when I turn away
my cup a loud hailer
for an autumn fly 11
silver lake
tarnished
by the setting sun 14
in the lake
rocking gently
yachts and ducks 15
across the bay
the shadows are closer
to the sunset 16
black cricket
at home
in my gumboot 21
suddenly -
leaves rustle
grass bends 23
hills soft with grass
birds tumble
in the autumn wind 24
I remember
the cicadas cry
but in winter? 27
wet washing
left inside
all the insects gone 28
the smell of blossom
still
cherries but a memory 29
before the chill shadows
the sun, the day
all yellow 35
the warmth
follows the sun
behind the trees 36
upside down
tuis
in the kowhai tree 37
summer breeze
ranks of grass
swarm up the hill 45
yesterday
I had two socks -
today a mystery! 46
flitting here and there
a moth over the cut grass
never touching it 58
taking biscuits
from the cat bowl
magpies - then the others 64
the lake
finger painted
with grays and greens
spring storms pass -
raindrops
on the grass 68
birds, bees and bulls
sing, hum and call
now that spring is here 70
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2013