Summer Heat
From the Book of Seven Syllables
summer heat
the undeclared passion
of vines 444
sunset
the brim on my hat
...this wide 446
sunset
the width of the brim
on my hat 446v
petunias again
for so long I thought
you a pansy 447
cold air
in my nostrils
sunset 449
sun worn
summer day
fades away 450
long day
baby birds spend sunset
in the grass 454
my hat off
the cicadas
louder 459
sunlit skin
the yellow beans
inside
growing season
old man plays cats cradle
with pea shoots
how bare
the hill
withered tree
the hill
withered tree
how bare v
autumnal tide
oystercatchers swallow
footprints
winter sky
from the weight of dew
upon this earth 487
clay Buddha
years erode all
but the smile 488
dog bark
a long winter day
broken 489
making spaces
for winter secrets
candle light 490
autumn morning
the lake birds vow
of silence 491
my journeys path
noticing again
a pearl moon 492
autumn chill
skittering
in the wall 493
old stories
of the endless waves
driftwood 494
autumn leaves
dogs separate
their owner 496
autumn fly
why does it
rest? 497
unlit fire
somewhere else my son
wears a coat 498
perfect night
were my life
such a moon 500
waiting for winter
I hum a tune
pulling weeds 506
unsent flowers
summer blooms may have been
the last 507
March 2017
© Steven Clarkson 2017
From the Book of Seven Syllables
summer heat
the undeclared passion
of vines 444
sunset
the brim on my hat
...this wide 446
sunset
the width of the brim
on my hat 446v
petunias again
for so long I thought
you a pansy 447
cold air
in my nostrils
sunset 449
sun worn
summer day
fades away 450
long day
baby birds spend sunset
in the grass 454
my hat off
the cicadas
louder 459
sunlit skin
the yellow beans
inside
growing season
old man plays cats cradle
with pea shoots
how bare
the hill
withered tree
the hill
withered tree
how bare v
autumnal tide
oystercatchers swallow
footprints
winter sky
from the weight of dew
upon this earth 487
clay Buddha
years erode all
but the smile 488
dog bark
a long winter day
broken 489
making spaces
for winter secrets
candle light 490
autumn morning
the lake birds vow
of silence 491
my journeys path
noticing again
a pearl moon 492
autumn chill
skittering
in the wall 493
old stories
of the endless waves
driftwood 494
autumn leaves
dogs separate
their owner 496
autumn fly
why does it
rest? 497
unlit fire
somewhere else my son
wears a coat 498
perfect night
were my life
such a moon 500
waiting for winter
I hum a tune
pulling weeds 506
unsent flowers
summer blooms may have been
the last 507
March 2017
© Steven Clarkson 2017