Storm Clouds
From the Book of Seven Syllables
storm clouds
afterwards we walk
arm in arm 708
so long silent
the first breath of birds
into spring 710
tranquillity
sparrows warn blossom
of cherries 712v
spring rain
camellias soon turn
to amber 713
black birds
the late frost
ruins the perch 715
cicada husk
last years agapanthas
the same 716
this spring
young voices
in the trees 718v
running calves
from field to field
the sun follows 719v
before postcards
mountains in snow
on the lake 721v
shaking the bee
from its lips
lavender 713v
dreary rain
dandelions dot the meadow
with the sun 731
warm horizon
seedheads wave away
the day 734v
carried away
on gusts of anticipation
fantail 736
sunset
half an egret
in the waves 740
a spring ideal
the dreamy silhouettes
of trees 743
spring day
the swooping darkness
of passing birds 744
warmer day
finding last years six
over long on 745
hugging the wall
the scent of spring roses
engulfs me 746
wasting spring
cabbage moth rests
on the rose 748
plum blossom
for a while the willow
also pretends 750
misty lake
backs to the land gathering
watercress 751
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2012-2018 (no reproduction or other use of any work in whole or in part without prior written permission from the author)
From the Book of Seven Syllables
storm clouds
afterwards we walk
arm in arm 708
so long silent
the first breath of birds
into spring 710
tranquillity
sparrows warn blossom
of cherries 712v
spring rain
camellias soon turn
to amber 713
black birds
the late frost
ruins the perch 715
cicada husk
last years agapanthas
the same 716
this spring
young voices
in the trees 718v
running calves
from field to field
the sun follows 719v
before postcards
mountains in snow
on the lake 721v
shaking the bee
from its lips
lavender 713v
dreary rain
dandelions dot the meadow
with the sun 731
warm horizon
seedheads wave away
the day 734v
carried away
on gusts of anticipation
fantail 736
sunset
half an egret
in the waves 740
a spring ideal
the dreamy silhouettes
of trees 743
spring day
the swooping darkness
of passing birds 744
warmer day
finding last years six
over long on 745
hugging the wall
the scent of spring roses
engulfs me 746
wasting spring
cabbage moth rests
on the rose 748
plum blossom
for a while the willow
also pretends 750
misty lake
backs to the land gathering
watercress 751
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2012-2018 (no reproduction or other use of any work in whole or in part without prior written permission from the author)