Ebb and Flow
From the Blue Book
ebb and flow
the lake below
morning mist 603
parched land
the falling rain
draws a crowd 605
steep hills
tracks and sheep
lean a bit 606
summer breeze
missing my old
wind chime 607
ah the sun!
even cicadas take five
in the shade 608
ah the sun!
even cicadas
take five 608B
rain clouds
a yearning lake
filled twice 609
prettier
than my painting
summer lily 610
jail cell
the ants escape
over the wall 611
wasps sting
the summer gardener
sharing raspberries 612
hot nights
breathless moths
fan the light 613
burnt fields
a flock of birds
sees the lake 614
warm rain
swirling the scent of summer
in a glass 616
summer moon
familiar places
in the shade 617
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2015
From the Blue Book
ebb and flow
the lake below
morning mist 603
parched land
the falling rain
draws a crowd 605
steep hills
tracks and sheep
lean a bit 606
summer breeze
missing my old
wind chime 607
ah the sun!
even cicadas take five
in the shade 608
ah the sun!
even cicadas
take five 608B
rain clouds
a yearning lake
filled twice 609
prettier
than my painting
summer lily 610
jail cell
the ants escape
over the wall 611
wasps sting
the summer gardener
sharing raspberries 612
hot nights
breathless moths
fan the light 613
burnt fields
a flock of birds
sees the lake 614
warm rain
swirling the scent of summer
in a glass 616
summer moon
familiar places
in the shade 617
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2015