A soft day….almost silent…
Rain slips in softly,
whispers with the canopy,
shushes the small birds.
(27/11/15)
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Passing through the old, squeaky gate, startling a vivid blue flash into flight below…
Rusty gate protests.
With his own metallic note,
a kingfisher flees.
(20/11/15)
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All around, the bushes are gossamer-strung and glistening in the sunlight…
A million spiders
stretch shining, silver tight-ropes;
Les petits Petits!
(13/11/15)
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Finally, astonishingly, and beautifully, “Summer” has arrived, bumping into Autumn’s heels and even Winter’s…
Silhouetted leaf
drops through swarms of back-lit flies.
Everything is gold.
(06/11/15)