Chestnuts left to sprout
forgotten in the gutter.
I’ve potted this one!
Not yet a master
the blackbird opens its beak
hoping to be fed.
Pot of lavender.
Pond weed seems to float
on its surface.
Only harsh tiled roofs
and chimney pots.
One half of the laburnum felled.
Birds flit so quickly
in the hedgerow I don’t have time
to catch their names.
Cold linoleum
In my socks watching snowflakes
rising and falling.
Dreams again
of memories then.
Now, morning light.
Old pond, plastic frog.
From time to time they say
wild duck splash down here.
It is enough to say
I love to hear the sparrows
under the eaves.
Gull high in the air.
I am no longer here
beneath the blue sky.
Grey sky once again
I am alone by the lake.
Rain drips from the pines.
Fence by the meadow.
Two corn buntings standing guard
at their posts.
Crows among white doves
walk everywhere together.
No contrast at all!
So it was the rain
coming in sunny showers.
Last cherry blossom.
Above ground life is
hawthorn hedge and golden fields.
Ah! I remember.
Yellow butterfly
coming and going.
Bird in hiding singing.
At the open door
a squirrel looks in.
Nowhere to hide!
Hydrangea flowers
windblown in a spider’s web
winged like butterflies.
A storm gathering
white gulls darkening clouds.
Nothing more.
A will-o-the-wisp
at last floating through cornfields
and summer meadows.
Leaves falling
bare tress
yellow leaves or none.
The birch tree shivers
in the sun over
my cold bones.
I am untravelled
breathlessly arriving here
where I always am.
Flowers in the window.
Ah! Reflections of summer
roses in the glass.
Blue tits hanging
from apples in the apple tree.
Windfall!