the hover mower
blowing earth from nearby beds
creating dust storms
on the hedgehog house
a thrush taps insistently
out pops a robin
in the back garden
half an empty bird's egg shell
in the front the rest
on the blue rose bush
all the blooms hide their faces -
from us and from the sun
The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
This post has in a sense been handed to me by two or three responses to my post On not getting it. In the course of discussing how a reade...
extract from the poem Koi by John Burnside All afternoon we've wandered from the pool to alpine beds and roses ...
It all depends, you see, how you go about it. And that I cannot tell you, for that will be dictated by you and by you knowing your friends...
A Birthday in April ~ Wordsworth Prompt from The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (The first of three posts which will celebrate the l...