July 2019

Hot and close…

Thunder rips open
the day’s blue-grey envelope.
Light comes pouring out.



A blustery night…

Sails before the wind,
the curtains billow and crack.
Trees make the sea sounds.



Calm day draws to a close…

Night settles slowly,
Venus hangs on a fir tree.
And one star awake.



Those crows are still at it…

Raucous dawn cawing
draws a half-forgotten phrase:
“Stone the bloomin’ crows!”.