July 2020

This year, when it rains, it really rains…

The rain’s own alchemy
turns holes to pools; paths to streams;
and air to water.

(31/07/20)

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Rain and humidity…

The air’s like sphagnum,
vegetation softly drips.
Spiders set mist nets.

(24/07/20)

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Calm morning…

Burnished bronze, the Bay,
offering no reflection.
Keeping its secrets.

(17/07/20)

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Dawn chorus – of corvids…

Crow conversations,
their rough, guttural language.
Sweet sounds from the thrush.

(10/07/20)

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Dark, still nights…

Velvet-textured dark
both fills and empties the night,
leaving only sound.

(03/07/20)

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