Spring Sun
From the Blue Book (incl some older stuff)
spring sun
the woodpile
all gone 857
spring sun
where the woodpile
used to be 857A
spring clean
the impossible number
of women's shoes 862
Mt Tauhara
the smooth curve
of her hip 865
bus stop
an inescapable silence
in the rain 866
my face
a carnival clown -
shooting star 804
moonless sky
dreaming the weight
of anchors 698
kingfishers
bookend the phone line
my letter returned 699
empty bay
seeing me would
spoil the view 700
October 2015
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2012-2015