Long Sunsets
from the Black Book Two
what treasure -
the peacefulness
of a spring eve 442
cool evening -
heron and I
head home 443
pairing up
for the last dance -
sunset butterflies 469
spring day
so blue -
the moon takes a peek 470
oh woe
to the wood carrier -
sudden rain 473
how odd -
on the mountain road
selling fish 474
battling the wind
a flash of blue -
tui 475
leaves
Butterflies -
fall from the tree 476
magpies -
so tough
they walk 477
floating lanterns -
the stars
made closer 478
the hearth cold -
looking to the moon
for warmth 486
Tongariro
without its plume -
disappears from view 487
counting stars -
the old tap
counts too 490
over the fence -
chickens bragging
look! look at my eggs! 498
no need fly
for all that noise -
I see you 499
old cicada
how ugly you are -
best keep singing 500
under the table -
wood wasp
shadows 507
blackbird surprise -
the plum branch
bends alarmingly 509
by its grace
I find my way home -
star light 518
bees
on thyme -
rosemary next 521
spots of rain
bees hurry their lunch -
distant thunder 525
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2013
from the Black Book Two
what treasure -
the peacefulness
of a spring eve 442
cool evening -
heron and I
head home 443
pairing up
for the last dance -
sunset butterflies 469
spring day
so blue -
the moon takes a peek 470
oh woe
to the wood carrier -
sudden rain 473
how odd -
on the mountain road
selling fish 474
battling the wind
a flash of blue -
tui 475
leaves
Butterflies -
fall from the tree 476
magpies -
so tough
they walk 477
floating lanterns -
the stars
made closer 478
the hearth cold -
looking to the moon
for warmth 486
Tongariro
without its plume -
disappears from view 487
counting stars -
the old tap
counts too 490
over the fence -
chickens bragging
look! look at my eggs! 498
no need fly
for all that noise -
I see you 499
old cicada
how ugly you are -
best keep singing 500
under the table -
wood wasp
shadows 507
blackbird surprise -
the plum branch
bends alarmingly 509
by its grace
I find my way home -
star light 518
bees
on thyme -
rosemary next 521
spots of rain
bees hurry their lunch -
distant thunder 525
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2013