Winter Scent
From the Blue Book
winter scent
gathering carrots
from the earth 812
warming days
missionaries congregate
on the roadside 813
deepest winter
listening to the stories
in the waves 815
deepest winter
old sailors
tell their stories 815A
touch of spring
the mob gathers
at the fence 816
dusk
not yet golden
bugs drift home 817
moonrise
watching a breeze
colour the grass 819
spring moon
a subtle breeze
sculpts the grass 819A
All poetry © Steven Clarkson 2015