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summit cairn
a raven's call
lost to the wind | tempslibres |
pathless moor
the cackle of grouse
hidden by mist | tempslibres |
New Year's Day
a deer hesitates
in the headlights | tempslibres |
dentist's chair
counting dead flies
in the striplights | tempslibres |
the morning after
oak leaves cradle
last night's hail | tempslibres |
hung in a cobweb
between gorse flowers
christmas rain | tempslibres |
perseid showers
only rain in
the night garden | tempslibres |
summer longing
a dampness in the washing
left out overnight | tempslibres |
night after night
the farm dog forgets
he knows me of old | tempslibres |
last day of term
my daughter breaks
the uniform code | tempslibres |
spring wind
tachograph discs
turn down a backroad | tempslibres |
steam railway
blackthorn blossom
follows the tracks | tempslibres |
all fool's day
behaving like
a teenager again | tempslibres |
day after day
on the road to work
a single magpie | tempslibres |
spring sunshine
the jogger's stride
a little longer | tempslibres |
my daughter says
i resemble a drunk
winter rain | tempslibres |
St David's Day
a mower cuts the green
green grass of home | tempslibres |
efficiency seminar
a reek of cheap fat
lingers in the hall | tempslibres |
referendum day
a few pale shoots
after the frost | tempslibres |
roadside tribute
last year's leaves
cover a fox | tempslibres |
commuter traffic
no light to stop
a starling flock | tempslibres |
february gale
the empty bird feeder
taps my office window | tempslibres |
i arrange my tie
to hide a stain
misty hollow | tempslibres |
supermarket sign
the melancholia magnified
by drizzle | tempslibres |
february dawn
the rhubarb rises
a deeper red | tempslibres |
afternoon fog
the point of the meeting
getting lost | tempslibres |
a red cloud
on the horizon
robin's song | tempslibres |
valentine's day
a patch of snow
the sun hasn't found | tempslibres |
we race dry leaves
down the road home
the north wind and me | tempslibres |
her plastic lifelines
in harsh hospital light -
"even fresh flowers | fade" |
a dog stares
his cataract eyes
the colour of moons | tempslibres |
five star hotel -
a cockroach scurries
pool-side | tempslibres |
his old hands
working the soil -
smell of brewed tea | tempslibres |
church ruins
the grace
of a butterfly | tempslibres |
pleasantly drunk
in the orchard
a flock of waxwings | tempslibres |
Memorial Day
a layer of dust
covers his urn | tempslibres |
six years
presents under the tree
still wrapped | tempslibres |
hawk's hover -
the view of calm seas
through a gunport | tempslibres |
at the memorial
a hawk's cry
scatters her ashes | tempslibres |
forty-six years
writing my name
yellow in snow | tempslibres |
more than the shining sun
in the morning
I want her | tempslibres |
nothing more tiring
than being tired of sleeping alone
warm coffee | tempslibres |
crushed mosquito
red line on the floor
subway in may | tempslibres |
spring wind
on my neck
cooler than your breath | tempslibres |
parting . . .
the clatter of train tracks
into dark | tempslibres |
fading bougainvillea
in the night sky . . .
mars! | tempslibres |
splatting drops . . .
moments ago they held
a rainbow | tempslibres |
after the long wait . . .
two unattended dove eggs
in summer rain | tempslibres |
"from the armoire
"
scent of passion in a candle | yet to be burned |
wood flute music
through an open window
the crow's rasp | tempslibres |
mothers' day
I let the phone ring longer
for her | tempslibres |
scenting two pages
of the Webster's Unabridged . . .
wild lilac | tempslibres |
Valentine's dinner--
nothing on the menu
suits him | tempslibres |
stroke of . . .
his snoring punctuated
by fireworks | tempslibres |
stillness . . .
a few flat stones
beneath the pine | tempslibres |
lunch at the cove
the ebb and flow
of their conversation | tempslibres |
distant thoughts-
the last ember
cools | tempslibres |
computer drone
overtaken by the sound
of pounding rain | tempslibres |
heat storm--
a quick breath between flash
and crashing thunder | tempslibres |
in the mirror
a much older woman
returns my glance | tempslibres |
April shower -
last drop
of green tea | tempslibres |
Morning fog -
only the scent of
eucalyptus | tempslibres |
morning rush
cup of tea
untouched | tempslibres |
summer solstice
I saw a rouge flower
growing. | tempslibres |
soft rain
a quiet ambulance
at rush hour | tempslibres |
community garden
a fence separates
carrots from carrots | tempslibres |
oolong
pekoe
tasting each sound | tempslibres |
sudden rain
and then I remember
Earth Day | tempslibres |
sliding a white marble
into its matchbox
voodoo moon | tempslibres |
almost spring
the florist waters
her sidewalk | tempslibres |
evening calm
pot smoke wafts up
from under the bridge | tempslibres |
honeymoon
cutting in half
their first melon | tempslibres |
window cleaner
the masks we wear
at the office | tempslibres |
winter blizzard ..
her psoriasis
shedding skin | tempslibres |
"beyond darkened fields
"
g ro w i n g with bird-song | - this tide-line of dawn |
pilgrim counts
every second step
stone in shoe | tempslibres |
trinitarian glasses
help both speaker and listeners
to see more clearly | tempslibres |
approaching rain
the smell of sauerkraut
lingers on the stairs | tempslibres |
a slight turbulence
as the cormorant dives
autumn's end | tempslibres |
no longer friends
the aftertaste
of imported ale | tempslibres |
river eddies
the day you asked
me out | tempslibres |
evening cold
a shell at the end
of a snail trail | tempslibres |
migrating cranes
the people we speak of
in the past tense | tempslibres |
winter thunder
i let tea leaves
release the tannins | tempslibres |
the odds of his
dying before me...
snow mixes with rain | tempslibres |
living alone
the quiet ritual
of coffee | tempslibres |
heat lightning
something ancient
in a lizard's eye | tempslibres |
scudding clouds
a magpie's calls drift
into my headache | tempslibres |
dead sparrow
the smell of rain
from somewhere else | tempslibres |
evening news
two crows on the rim
of a satellite dish | tempslibres |
his burn-scarred hands...
how the winter wind
makes dead leaves fly | tempslibres |
approaching winter
sunlight on the leather
of a pipistrelle's wings | tempslibres |
unpicked apples
we promise
to keep in touch | tempslibres |
indian summer
two rows of maize
left standing | tempslibres |
flickering street light
from darkness to darkness
the flight of a bat | tempslibres |
a love letter
in mother's handwriting...
asters gone to seed | tempslibres |
first notes
of a busker's clarinet...
summer river | tempslibres |
dusty seashell
the words he whispered
in my ear | tempslibres |
no sound
from a crow's gaping beak...
sultry afternoon | tempslibres |
sultry afternoon
wood pigeons cooing
from the shade | tempslibres |
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