Old as the Day
From the Book of Seven Syllables
broken fences
in a cloth of mist
an embroidered sun 543
dawn mist
through an old fence
the sun 543v
broken sun
embroidered by
the old fence 543v2
waving goodbye
into the dark
winter chill 547
winter
waving goodbye
to the dark 547v
winter night
waving goodbye
to the darkness 547v2
such a poor winter
these cold bone days
of misery 548
poor winter
if these cold bones
made soup 548v
bone cold
a thin winter made
of soup 548v2
amongst blossom
under the blue sky
I am a god 549
summer road
under a blue sky
nowhere to go 549v
blossom gate
summer cobbles the road
to paradise 549v2
long days of rain
these little plants and I
leech away 550
days of rain
breakfast loses
its taste 550v
chill rain
a day of loss
remembered 550v2
spring road
mourning it's mate
a duck 638v
spring morning
a duck mourns
it's mate 638v2
old as the day
floating eye spots
or midges 639v
at rest
the best armchair
for mosquitoes 640
gums leaves
a cabbage moth
slowly falls 641
leaves shimmer
falling through the gums
a moth 641v
summer returns
the sun traps
the old dog 642
summer returning sun traps the dog 642v
blue sky
the talk of summer
in children's voices 644
children talk
a blue sky
summer 644v
sunset clouds
a pair of birds race
across gum tops
sage flowers
an aria of bumblebees
sway with pollen
dusk beckons
bugs go home
to birdsong
hunchbacked fly
star shine grants
beauty
swaying seed heads
pencil point mosquitoes
wait awhile
nearly dusk
magpies shorthand their way
through the gums
the end
a golden thread
leads to it
serenity
late afternoons
cool breeze
summer evening
a paisley mandala
guitar solo
days end
through the clouds
summer glory
carocoling
with the gum trees
black faced sheep
November & December 2017
© Steven Clarkson 2017