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Saturday, 11 October 2014

Seasonal

The mornings autumn colours
The mornings autumn mist
I am lifted, the drift
If that is what it is, continues


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Friday, 10 October 2014

Furrowed

Silvery white, easier to say grey, sky
At the gate, good and early, with thoughts
Of loved ones; scattered about,  yet
Pulled together by a few words
Among the ploughed fields
Visible as the mist rises


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Thursday, 9 October 2014

Displacement

By natures light
The one moon
On meadow grass

Then
As
Now

Lone squeal
Twixt wood & window
A death of sorts


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Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Pinpoint

Home
In a state of flux
By
Dark night sea, moonlit

Fifteen minutes, no more
Thousands of hours ago


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Tuesday, 7 October 2014

Home Service

Ever so
My mother
With her love of letters

Contentment
That creeps
As lead on typeface setters

All those footsteps
In pleasant vales
Ragged trousers, wind in sail


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