May
From the Blue Book
falling leaves
the practiced distain
of ballerinas
autumn days
collecting rose petals
in the foyer
startled
I look up
3 geese or
startled
I look up
3
3
3 geese
dawn river
making the lure
dance across clouds and
dawn river
the lure dances
across clouds and
dawn lure
a dance across
the clouds
losing my gaze
in the space between stars
cold feet and
the space
between stars
my cold feet
autumn moon
I hear crickets song
between pages and (sequence)
autumn moon
cricket song
between pages and
autumn
the moon song of crickets
between pages and
autumn
moon song of crickets
between the pages and
autumn moon
a song
between crickets and
moon song
between crickets
autumn
traffic jam
going to the funeral
roadside daisies and
daisies
the funeral road
longer
why do I wake?
the roosters crow
so far away
autumn wind
the last butterfly rests
on my doorstep
sunset
I pluck the
crocus
rolling off
mountain top
full moon
line of birds
below summer clouds
"Tear here"
still holding hands
adding little details
to the photos
fly vs . window
bamboo shoots promising
to break the pot
bitter wind
the wealthy merchants favoured
by pretty smiles
cold wind
merchants reserve
the smiles
moonless sky
dreaming the weight of anchors
on the soul and
moonless sky
the weight of anchors
in a dream
like bookends
kingfishers on a phone line
my letter returned and
in the wop wops (* wop wops means out in the middle of nowhere, back country, outback etc...)
kingfishers ignore
each other
empty bay
across the shore seeing me
would spoil the view and
empty bay
I spoil
the view
crackling campfire
skipping across sunset lake
stones turn to gold
old glasses
pressing on my temples
the stars above and
stars above
pressing my temples
old glasses
cemetery cliff
silhouettes of birds
above the sea
snow covered
forest trees smaller
footsteps shorter
departed son
chess board left
as it was
© Steven Clarkson 2015