Winter Solstice

Winter must have ventured off

towards the sun, walking over

autumn colours rugged up

against trees still leafed with

light. A magpie spreads its wings

and preens, too lazy to fly away

while the days are warm.

 

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Cloud Poems

you can walk the drought out

writing cloud poems

which fill the sky

with thoughts of rain.

even as winter forgets

to arrive, reminders

of spring bud the patch

 

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Anvil cloud

An anvil cloud at dusk

hides sun with the thought

of rain. Thoughts which run

dry, thoughts which walk far

from our cumulonimbus

crops of rain sprouts.

There, where nothing grows

pools of light stagnate

on endless days

hammered flat

like a sheet of metal.

 

 

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in which rain settles

drought breaks

over the patch

a mirror of silk

across the sky

shaking winter

to life;

 

this is not

where famine

dwells, there

ground empties

and hope

bleeds bare

 

 

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Rain

A hint of rain dropped fictional scents

like madeleine crumbs, a taste of past

falls, sky brimming with promise as

tallows scattered sun like cinnamon.

 

Now a cloudnight gathers dusk

as rain returns, quenching memory,

and the patch, with sustenance.

 

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Sycamore, stoic

Bare, leafless. The west sun

casts an aura of gold around

my sycamore, totem poles

in a patch, stoic these rainless

days, a perching place for peace

 

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Wind

There blew in a moon and a wind,

distant dusts picking up cold along

their route. The patch revives,

salvias flowering in the shadow

of cloud.

 

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