Poetry Blogs (pond)
He watched the leaves float
in the pond
windmoving on the surface
drop-pitted by rain,
leaves, orange-brown against the black depths
He watched the leaves stick
to the patio
wetgluing to the slate
slickened by the storm,
leaves, orange-brown against the black stone
He watched the leaves move
on the trees
wildwaving off the branches
leafstripped by t...
Friday 12th October 2018 2:25 pm
The thick ice on the pond is dimpled on its face:
The same snow that coated the field
Had landed on the frozen pool to yield
To ice its fragile beauty and feather grace
Body gone, only the skeleton of the snow is left:
The same snow that covered all around
Has lost its substance to the earthy mound
But dull white bones still haunt Spring's heft
Friday 23rd March 2018 10:32 am
And then, suddenly, it was calm - the morning wind which threw
rain hard against the window panes and sent beech leaves rushing
across the grass to pile gold-brown against all that the borders grew,
all slowly dulling their greens to wet, muted browns, brushing
the soil as their leaves curl and droop - vibrant Spring-strength gone,
The wind ...
Wednesday 11th October 2017 10:50 am
Away across the green from the council houses
is a small open field with a pond and a dry stone wall.
Fifty years ago this land was all like that – open and free.
Now that land is gone, replaced by bricks and concrete
with no personality and no life at all.
All that is left is the single field with its myriad of life.
More of a puddle tha...
Friday 20th July 2012 11:25 pm