Golden Spring Days
From the Black Book Two
sunset -
the day waits awhile
for midges to dance 381
the last breath
gone from the day -
bugs hang in the air 382
autumn cherries
red, small and so sharp -
promise of summer 385
every ripple
filled with sunshine -
the lake a dream 386
lights go out
night fills my house -
room by room 388
too late now
to care about honour -
swimming in undies 389
alas -
all those sunsets missed
when I was away 390
mountains
join
dusks embrace 397
young apple tree -
afternoon bees
search the leaves 403
does every tree
host a choir
this spring evening? 406
impossibly long -
spider threads twist
away away 407
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2013
From the Black Book Two
sunset -
the day waits awhile
for midges to dance 381
the last breath
gone from the day -
bugs hang in the air 382
autumn cherries
red, small and so sharp -
promise of summer 385
every ripple
filled with sunshine -
the lake a dream 386
lights go out
night fills my house -
room by room 388
too late now
to care about honour -
swimming in undies 389
alas -
all those sunsets missed
when I was away 390
mountains
join
dusks embrace 397
young apple tree -
afternoon bees
search the leaves 403
does every tree
host a choir
this spring evening? 406
impossibly long -
spider threads twist
away away 407
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2013