Cold Mists
From the Blue Book
still upright
autumn spade
in spring 348
cold mists
Mt Tauhara
swirls away 349
green moon
a winter wind
cuts through 350
short days
the cold touch of winter
shadows 351
frosty words
the leaves of trees
moon touched 352
crashing waves
my every step met
with applause 356
twitching
above the bush -
fantail 357
winter winds
bits of wool lodged
in sunshine 358
one shadow
slips into another
Whakaipo stoat 359
dappled road
a tui
cuts in 360
barking dogs
the August bees
carry on 361
winter metronome
the stately sway
of gum trees 362
crescent moon
my eyes repeating
in the mirror 363
sparrow voices
their fleeting shadows
among the stones 364
listening
to singing mosquitoes
distant peaks 365
Anzac day
in August the poles
without flags 366
longer days
checking the trees
for blossom 367
at dusk
joining the night
with song 368
reading Roald Dahl
checking the crowd
for witches 369
old trees
apple colour
separation 371
four bells
the longer path
to dinner 373
winter sun
on such a day
angel song 376
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2014
From the Blue Book
still upright
autumn spade
in spring 348
cold mists
Mt Tauhara
swirls away 349
green moon
a winter wind
cuts through 350
short days
the cold touch of winter
shadows 351
frosty words
the leaves of trees
moon touched 352
crashing waves
my every step met
with applause 356
twitching
above the bush -
fantail 357
winter winds
bits of wool lodged
in sunshine 358
one shadow
slips into another
Whakaipo stoat 359
dappled road
a tui
cuts in 360
barking dogs
the August bees
carry on 361
winter metronome
the stately sway
of gum trees 362
crescent moon
my eyes repeating
in the mirror 363
sparrow voices
their fleeting shadows
among the stones 364
listening
to singing mosquitoes
distant peaks 365
Anzac day
in August the poles
without flags 366
longer days
checking the trees
for blossom 367
at dusk
joining the night
with song 368
reading Roald Dahl
checking the crowd
for witches 369
old trees
apple colour
separation 371
four bells
the longer path
to dinner 373
winter sun
on such a day
angel song 376
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2014