pomelo sun in tinctured pizzicato traces filament shadows; viridescent skeletons unveiled... this archaeology of light Written for Miz Quickly QnV12 "Small Blessings"
In taut arabesque and sterling trim you hold the light. Pointing leaves exalt your luminescence, moth-quiet, whispering “manna manna”. You show me elegance in the rain. Resilient dancers, your merry tutus sway ivory tendrils in canopy’s sunlit pantomime. And then, cocky-flung and homeless, you celebrate rebirth: the gates to soil’s womb. Written for Miz Quickly … Continue reading Eucalyptus Mannifera
All the signs of spring I'm seeing: like spilled ink, the green is fleeing; trees in blossom; young birds tweeing and the bees are busy beeing. Up, the mercury is treeing and the grass growth it is spreeing and you can't but help agreeing that the bees are busy beeing. I think that I might … Continue reading Busy Bees
This spring the green is wild, profuse and supreme, exotic and extant - the white cane chair left on the lawn seems to float in clovery billows. Over a mower's roar and the whispered conspiracy of the wind, the children's voices are cheerfully elemental like the clatter of rain. Painted shadows tangle, restless and involuntary; … Continue reading While Children Play on a Tyre Swing…