Flames
from the Blue Book
Oh the flames!
from poor Ilium
to my fire 274
sunless
colour this winters day
gray 275
sunset
glimpsing spirit faces
in the trees 276
winter web
a violin string
plucked 277
passing years
moving the armchair
beside the fire 278
starlight
pared back
by the cold 279
frosty field
vagrant sparrows
scrap anon 281
bed
trying to warm
winter cough 282
evening flames
the day burnt
away 283
winter moon
my musings
shiver so 284
followed by
the wires song
kingfisher 285
kingfisher
followed by
wires song 285B
forever
in profile
kingfisher 286
July mist
breathing morning
into my hands 288
short days
tomorrows clouds
steal past 291
so cold
not even a postcard
from the birds 292
even so
the flower, the thistle
all die 293
older
the fly and I
share the chair 294
dew drops
in winter just
wet grass 295
hill cows
from up high
lowing 296
dawn
bugs shake away
the winter 297
at last!
finally threading
the needle 298
at last!
threading
the needle 298A
icy sunrise
bathroom mirror
smiley face 300
in winter
lean shadows
the hawk 302
frost melt
lake cooling
the sky 304
kept waiting
in the next room
crackling fire 305
cold nights
fireside hopes
for summer 307
into the pot
goes the rice
hard rain 310
hard rain
the rice goes
in the pot 310A
Mt Ruapehu
crowned with glory
the night sky 311
little bird
back and forth
making the bed 313
wading together
the herons legs
drier than mine 314
calling
lone gull pines
for home 315
pining
lone gull
recalls home 315A
filling
the valley
temple bell 316
struck by
the moment after
temple bell 317
how alike
winter agapanthus
cicada husks 319
winter days
no songs to cheer
the wet woods 321
Julian clouds
stretched thin
winter wind 322
all winter long
at attention
sun umbrella 323
cold fields
in sixteen days
my birthday 324
winter curls
the wood smoke
yellow moon 326
cold
through trees
sunset shafts 327
sparrows
youthful play
this barren land 328
early morning
over cold fields
cracking ice 329
waves
lapping
waves 330
soundless
pine trees nudge
each other 331
barren earth
a southerly furrows
the lake 332
little cricket
caught holding my breath
as it jumps 333
two rings
of the temple bell
pausing twice 334
through the window
where the sun was
light bulb 338
low moon
yellow as butter
rabbits wait 339
frozen
seagulls
in the wind 341
white caps
gulls flying
backwards 342
turning over
autumn keepsakes
old onions 346
telling fish
to stay in the pond
shirt ironing 347
telling fish
to stay in the pond
ironing undies 347A
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2014
from the Blue Book
Oh the flames!
from poor Ilium
to my fire 274
sunless
colour this winters day
gray 275
sunset
glimpsing spirit faces
in the trees 276
winter web
a violin string
plucked 277
passing years
moving the armchair
beside the fire 278
starlight
pared back
by the cold 279
frosty field
vagrant sparrows
scrap anon 281
bed
trying to warm
winter cough 282
evening flames
the day burnt
away 283
winter moon
my musings
shiver so 284
followed by
the wires song
kingfisher 285
kingfisher
followed by
wires song 285B
forever
in profile
kingfisher 286
July mist
breathing morning
into my hands 288
short days
tomorrows clouds
steal past 291
so cold
not even a postcard
from the birds 292
even so
the flower, the thistle
all die 293
older
the fly and I
share the chair 294
dew drops
in winter just
wet grass 295
hill cows
from up high
lowing 296
dawn
bugs shake away
the winter 297
at last!
finally threading
the needle 298
at last!
threading
the needle 298A
icy sunrise
bathroom mirror
smiley face 300
in winter
lean shadows
the hawk 302
frost melt
lake cooling
the sky 304
kept waiting
in the next room
crackling fire 305
cold nights
fireside hopes
for summer 307
into the pot
goes the rice
hard rain 310
hard rain
the rice goes
in the pot 310A
Mt Ruapehu
crowned with glory
the night sky 311
little bird
back and forth
making the bed 313
wading together
the herons legs
drier than mine 314
calling
lone gull pines
for home 315
pining
lone gull
recalls home 315A
filling
the valley
temple bell 316
struck by
the moment after
temple bell 317
how alike
winter agapanthus
cicada husks 319
winter days
no songs to cheer
the wet woods 321
Julian clouds
stretched thin
winter wind 322
all winter long
at attention
sun umbrella 323
cold fields
in sixteen days
my birthday 324
winter curls
the wood smoke
yellow moon 326
cold
through trees
sunset shafts 327
sparrows
youthful play
this barren land 328
early morning
over cold fields
cracking ice 329
waves
lapping
waves 330
soundless
pine trees nudge
each other 331
barren earth
a southerly furrows
the lake 332
little cricket
caught holding my breath
as it jumps 333
two rings
of the temple bell
pausing twice 334
through the window
where the sun was
light bulb 338
low moon
yellow as butter
rabbits wait 339
frozen
seagulls
in the wind 341
white caps
gulls flying
backwards 342
turning over
autumn keepsakes
old onions 346
telling fish
to stay in the pond
shirt ironing 347
telling fish
to stay in the pond
ironing undies 347A
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2014