Headlights
from the Blue Book
headlights
to the left, the right
passing the fog 202
failing light
gulls cry
for the sea 203
rainy day
gazing between
raindrops 204 and
rainy day
the view between
drops 204A and
blurred window
a glimpse between
raindrops 204B
massed graves
layers of leaves
at Passchendaele 205
sunlight
separated
by the wind 207
sunshine
one half still
in summer 208 and
summer
one half still
in sunshine 208A
crickets chirp
summers last breath
on the breeze 209
lakeside
flax heads rattle
in the wind 211
green tea
honey sweetened
thoughts 212
maple
revealing the trees
beyond 213
fitful wind
the strange attraction
of kites 214
in which heaven
walking upon
cherry blossom 215
false autumn
petunia bloom
doomed 217
under the stars
lights extinguished
one by one 226
frosty morning
walk to the kitchen
too far 229
grass bends
fields to the horizon
in the sun 232
flies again
autumns
last jest 233
farmer
nods to the cow
cow nods back 234
bird song
in this cold
staccato 236
you spiders
taking the heat
from my fire 237
in season
ducks suddenly
coy 239
ice moon
reflected twice
in the bucket 240
evening fire
the days chill
behind me 241
enunga
flitting between
reflections 243
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2012-2014
from the Blue Book
headlights
to the left, the right
passing the fog 202
failing light
gulls cry
for the sea 203
rainy day
gazing between
raindrops 204 and
rainy day
the view between
drops 204A and
blurred window
a glimpse between
raindrops 204B
massed graves
layers of leaves
at Passchendaele 205
sunlight
separated
by the wind 207
sunshine
one half still
in summer 208 and
summer
one half still
in sunshine 208A
crickets chirp
summers last breath
on the breeze 209
lakeside
flax heads rattle
in the wind 211
green tea
honey sweetened
thoughts 212
maple
revealing the trees
beyond 213
fitful wind
the strange attraction
of kites 214
in which heaven
walking upon
cherry blossom 215
false autumn
petunia bloom
doomed 217
under the stars
lights extinguished
one by one 226
frosty morning
walk to the kitchen
too far 229
grass bends
fields to the horizon
in the sun 232
flies again
autumns
last jest 233
farmer
nods to the cow
cow nods back 234
bird song
in this cold
staccato 236
you spiders
taking the heat
from my fire 237
in season
ducks suddenly
coy 239
ice moon
reflected twice
in the bucket 240
evening fire
the days chill
behind me 241
enunga
flitting between
reflections 243
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2012-2014