Summer Sunsets
from the Grey Book
magpies path
from the meadow
to the tree 331
no bugs tonight
the rain has had its way -
unwatched sunset 332
after the rain
blooms lean in the breeze
waiting for the end 334
through white cloud
a glimpse of her nakedness -
Aotearoa 341
Takeshita Street -
a rainbow of umbrellas
press the dull sky 342
summer wind -
the fish pond has
goose bumps 345
toi toi limp
a grey sky
hangs low 346
it does not stay long
flapping in the fish pond -
Albatross! 347
gliding past
mother duck
gives instruction 348
heads bent
looking for fish -
pond reeds 350
leaves or fish?
in the pond
stillness 351
scholars garden
through the moon gate -
sunlight 355
ripples
in the willow bark -
on the pond 356
willow leaves -
pond reflections
shift and sway 358
sparrows squabble -
sunlight in the pond
willow nods 364
my second visit -
there are still no
fish in the pond 367
a thousand views
through pavilion windows -
garden mosaic 368
here fly
look at what I write -
you leave too! 373
so long
I have to take a breath -
bird calls 374
balancing
on each blade of grass -
raindrops 379
summer day
nowhere to hide -
the sun 381
after the rain
the flies fatter -
cow tails twitch 382
midnight -
listening for autumn
in the silence 383
now bothering me
more than the cicadas call -
fat flies 384
now he's left -
one less ice cream
when we stop 385
heat haze -
look! look! the mountains
move 386
peeking
over our shadow -
midday moon 389
where will
simple fare come from -
darkness gathers 393
what joy now
the swallows gone -
ah small sparrow! 394
conducting business
under the table -
summer flies 396
dry cicada
creaking in the tree -
waiting for rain 397
scent of mountains
laid at my table -
butterflies swirl 398
rose blooms -
summer petals
soft touch 399
it cannot be -
sweet summer apples
left to rot 400
in my house
mice live like kings -
the bugs laugh 401
nothing then
grasshopper -
then nothing 402
summer -
cherry pits
on the floor 404
herons
rise up over
surf 405
green tea -
white butterfly
sniffs a rose 407
summer sun -
the doorstep
unwelcome 409
what fortune -
the sky, the grass
this soft breeze 412
useless:
my empty hands -
this cruel world 415
summer rain -
just enough
perfume 416
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2014
from the Grey Book
magpies path
from the meadow
to the tree 331
no bugs tonight
the rain has had its way -
unwatched sunset 332
after the rain
blooms lean in the breeze
waiting for the end 334
through white cloud
a glimpse of her nakedness -
Aotearoa 341
Takeshita Street -
a rainbow of umbrellas
press the dull sky 342
summer wind -
the fish pond has
goose bumps 345
toi toi limp
a grey sky
hangs low 346
it does not stay long
flapping in the fish pond -
Albatross! 347
gliding past
mother duck
gives instruction 348
heads bent
looking for fish -
pond reeds 350
leaves or fish?
in the pond
stillness 351
scholars garden
through the moon gate -
sunlight 355
ripples
in the willow bark -
on the pond 356
willow leaves -
pond reflections
shift and sway 358
sparrows squabble -
sunlight in the pond
willow nods 364
my second visit -
there are still no
fish in the pond 367
a thousand views
through pavilion windows -
garden mosaic 368
here fly
look at what I write -
you leave too! 373
so long
I have to take a breath -
bird calls 374
balancing
on each blade of grass -
raindrops 379
summer day
nowhere to hide -
the sun 381
after the rain
the flies fatter -
cow tails twitch 382
midnight -
listening for autumn
in the silence 383
now bothering me
more than the cicadas call -
fat flies 384
now he's left -
one less ice cream
when we stop 385
heat haze -
look! look! the mountains
move 386
peeking
over our shadow -
midday moon 389
where will
simple fare come from -
darkness gathers 393
what joy now
the swallows gone -
ah small sparrow! 394
conducting business
under the table -
summer flies 396
dry cicada
creaking in the tree -
waiting for rain 397
scent of mountains
laid at my table -
butterflies swirl 398
rose blooms -
summer petals
soft touch 399
it cannot be -
sweet summer apples
left to rot 400
in my house
mice live like kings -
the bugs laugh 401
nothing then
grasshopper -
then nothing 402
summer -
cherry pits
on the floor 404
herons
rise up over
surf 405
green tea -
white butterfly
sniffs a rose 407
summer sun -
the doorstep
unwelcome 409
what fortune -
the sky, the grass
this soft breeze 412
useless:
my empty hands -
this cruel world 415
summer rain -
just enough
perfume 416
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2014