Nature sparkles

Nature sparkles

like a lit touchpaper,

ready for Autumn

to explode.

Showers

of colour

from tree and shrub

gambol in the wind,

loitering in eddies,

littering paths.

These are

fireworks -

an

arsonist

of

burning imagination.

Jackson Pollock on the beach

Jackson Pollock on the beach:

a wooden canvas on the sand

proud reds and browns

and the pebble dashed

splash of tide.

The blood and scars

of battle with the wind

a spar

that once rode the waves

remains beautiful

in its latter days –

it ‘grows not old

as we grow old.’

This morning

This morning

the orchid is crying;

 flowery tears

litter its base

like mourners

tending a grave.

Footprints

                              Footprints in the snow

                                      the kisses of feet

                             on shallow skin

                                                and

                                                the sinking feeling of love.

31. A joy of magpies (haiku)

A joy of magpies

cackle their chatty gossip

fishwives in the tree.

Q.  Why ‘joy’ when that’s not the collective word for magpies en bloc ? 

A. From the rhyme : ‘one for sorrow, two for joy……..’   (wikipedia)

30. Eucharist

With the aching breaking of dawn

and a shallow sun

the snow begins to shuffle away;

like inverse communion -

turning from holy white

to blasphemous grey

as it gathers

its sin.

29. other tracks

Others have passed this way,

their motives unclear.

They have written their moments

with forensic footfall,

silent evidence,

imprinted in the overnight canvas.

There is no need

to further dust

for prints -

I have a nose

for these

things.