July ’09


Haloed in silver,
nettles languidly lean to
brush the unwary.




On a pale-green page,
commas and apostrophes
randomly written.




Warblers’ reeling song
whirrs above the wind-rustle
of massed phragmites.

Angled on a reed,
a bunting swells pearly breast,
fills the air with song.

Fluttering skylarks
sing their soaring-dropping song.
The soft air vibrates.



Around Black Head

Wind flurries arcing
through lichened, bright-walled boxes,
silvering grass heads.