pines on the far hill
holding the distance
in place
barrel
months of rain
and a trembling face
dank page
a dust-mite
on the word persimmon
clouded night
one darkness the trees
another the road
sideboard daffodils mouth their silent trumpets
fingering ruined camellias
standing
where the cat has pissed
one breath
on the dandelion
clock
I set my garden
cold April
an early bee
at the catkins
I cackle back
a crow
turns white in the sunlight
the birch green in leaf-light
three magpies rise
at a slammed door
two gravel lorries pass
a pony grazes
tail risen in the wind
midnight garden
the still lawn under circles
of torchlight
from the porch-lit yard
he measures his shadow
against the trees
Acknowledgements:
Ginyu (Japan): fingering ruined camellias, one breath and I cackle back