I could define today
As bare toes burrowing
In a plush sun-warmed meadow.
Instead I ruminate
On uneasy encounters
With steaming land mines of manure.
Tag: summer
07/07/20
Give me indifference like slow fog:
Creeping vapour
Dissipated by the switch-flick of full-beams.
This opaque apathy does not thaw.
I’m brittle in thick ice.
24/08/19
You didn’t try to skim stones.
Preferring instead the satisfying plop of pebbles flung into the sea.
You, sun-bathed,
Enjoyed the applause of tiny crabs.
Green poetry
Wind-rustled whispers,
Through sun-loved papery leaves,
Germinate ideas
In cracked earth; inspiration-parched.
Promise sprigs green poetry.
[19/04/19]
