Turning Leaves
From the Blue Book
turning leaves
the hurry to winters
arms 669
a new year
squeaky shoes
at the barre 671
come cricket
I return you
to autumn 682
wearing bitter wind
waves casting shadows
on waves 683
old school
fence posts joined
by sparrow chains 687
moonlight
the last autumn bird
unanswered 689
autumn harvest
a garden blessed
with slugs 694
autumn
the dew held
till sunset 705
wheelbarrow
long autumn grass
reclaims it 706
rainy lake
cowed cormorants forsake
vanity 707
bending
to let wind pass
autumn cypress 715
distant temple
the evening bell rings
in silence 716 and
distant temple
evening bell
rings in silence
saving daylight
the birds, the stars
unmoved 729
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2015
From the Blue Book
turning leaves
the hurry to winters
arms 669
a new year
squeaky shoes
at the barre 671
come cricket
I return you
to autumn 682
wearing bitter wind
waves casting shadows
on waves 683
old school
fence posts joined
by sparrow chains 687
moonlight
the last autumn bird
unanswered 689
autumn harvest
a garden blessed
with slugs 694
autumn
the dew held
till sunset 705
wheelbarrow
long autumn grass
reclaims it 706
rainy lake
cowed cormorants forsake
vanity 707
bending
to let wind pass
autumn cypress 715
distant temple
the evening bell rings
in silence 716 and
distant temple
evening bell
rings in silence
saving daylight
the birds, the stars
unmoved 729
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2015