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Solstice

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Summer begins again

though drought fries

leaves to crisps. Rain

gives up turning away

from demolition, trees

razed for tenements,

turning away from

people turning away

from care. Surface

politics,  shallow

roots. Plants follow

their own route

growing in patches

 

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Tagged Drought, Rain, Solstice, Summer

Dec·22

Wind

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Rose petals curl in, the sycamore

gravitates to ground, pots fall

and I become a tree too, anchored

to a slate path with shovel.

 

 

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Tagged Drought, Planting, Summer, Wind

Dec·12

Magpie Sky

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Theirs: serenity at dusk

when wholeness sits

a moment in the still

light.  Calm song lilts

towards night

 

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Tagged Dusk, Magpies, Spring

Dec·09

Skytime

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When blue clears out clouds

when a solitary bird is seen

parsing the wideness

when a drifting breeze

drops dandelion dust

 

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Tagged Sky, Spring

Dec·05

Almost summer patch

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Colour returns as gaura

become the butterflies

of an almost summer

patch and dahlias wake

to redden the verge

 

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Tagged Dahlias, Gauras

Dec·03

Two Moons

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Two moons appear.

One sits like a pool

on dark night leaves;

the other a glass pond

 

 

 

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Tagged Moon, Pond

Dec·03

Cypress XXV

Posted by heterocentron

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From the window a sky opens

wider than trees, yet like a lost

limb their shapes appear when

the wind cuts a channel in air

and the patch catches breath.

 

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Posted in Birds, Gardening, Gardens, Music, Nature, Poems, Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

Tagged Cypress, Sky, Wind

Dec·03

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