Storm Clouds
From the Blue Book
storm clouds
windows open to rain
lavender enters 555
NY taxi
my brothers conversation
metered 558
grass knee high
savouring the first apple
how green springs scent 572
trees sway
a still day disturbed
spring birds 573
tree sways
spring birds disturb
the still day 573A
spring frost
the edge of night time
made visible 574
fallen petals
the colour of spring
upon the earth 575
winter branches
another box
of hair colour 576
cursing the cold
these winter trees shaped
as lighting 579
the empty promise
of winter garden plaques
tombstones 580
winter path
now only the creak
of branches 581
winter path
only the creak
of branches 581A
spring a dream
the bell rings dully too
on winter path 583
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2014
From the Blue Book
storm clouds
windows open to rain
lavender enters 555
NY taxi
my brothers conversation
metered 558
grass knee high
savouring the first apple
how green springs scent 572
trees sway
a still day disturbed
spring birds 573
tree sways
spring birds disturb
the still day 573A
spring frost
the edge of night time
made visible 574
fallen petals
the colour of spring
upon the earth 575
winter branches
another box
of hair colour 576
cursing the cold
these winter trees shaped
as lighting 579
the empty promise
of winter garden plaques
tombstones 580
winter path
now only the creak
of branches 581
winter path
only the creak
of branches 581A
spring a dream
the bell rings dully too
on winter path 583
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2014