Home
A white cottage sits next to an old drovers lane
A north wind rushes over its terracotta tiled roof
and flies through the valley stretched out at its feet.
Garden
Behind a stone wall and rustic fence is a garden
In spring it bursts into luscious colour and wondrous form
A paradise for small animals that crawl and creep
in grasses growing under foliages of green.
Island
Thick mist lies here from September to May
a veil over the upper part of the world
In winter eyes trace the visible ground
In spring heaven becomes the point of view
Pebble Beach
A ruined castle on a spit
echoes washes over pebbles
and sail masts clanking in gusts
as birds cry overhead
besides creaking wrecks of things.
East Coast Seaside Trip
Salt scratched steps
of hot baked stone
winding toward a shore
Of shining realms
lines of
sky
sea
sand
a luminous display
of simple harmonies
quivering silhouette notes
whispering in the breeze
beside tongues of foam
and soaring seagull cries
from streams of air above
wooden shuttered shops
selling swirls of ice cream
to anxiously waiting hands
Before haar sweeps in –
setting shadows in the mist.
The Ocean Weight
Oceans carry weight that balance
fertile earth and
light ungraspable air.
Deep grey
hard blue
glowing yellow
cold iron
shining gold.
Holding a mirror of light to
outreached chiselled arms
and elemental touches
marking tidal ends.
Orkney
Far up wide skies above
wind hammered stubble green
and strewn dwelling places
of askew ancient stones
beside bungalow lines
with windows that watch
the curving bow of blue –
the very ends of earth.
