Cool Wind
From the Book of Seven Syllables
bite of it
forces me in
cool wind 650
photobombed
by summer flowers
I remember 653
young blackbird
chuck chuck chucks
searching for seeds 656
perfect house
harsh words
from inside 657
shamelessly
loving the sun
lilies 675
golden fields
my "wow" joins
the sighing 695
rusted heap
dandelions spot
the field 698
cut field
between the thunderheads
a magpie paces 701
thunderheads
in the field of stubble
a magpie 701v
March 2018
© Steven Clarkson 2018
From the Book of Seven Syllables
bite of it
forces me in
cool wind 650
photobombed
by summer flowers
I remember 653
young blackbird
chuck chuck chucks
searching for seeds 656
perfect house
harsh words
from inside 657
shamelessly
loving the sun
lilies 675
golden fields
my "wow" joins
the sighing 695
rusted heap
dandelions spot
the field 698
cut field
between the thunderheads
a magpie paces 701
thunderheads
in the field of stubble
a magpie 701v
March 2018
© Steven Clarkson 2018