white egret rising
out of the green of new grass
ghost I almost saw
Month: March 2021
30 March 2021
a clear sky at dusk
my peripheral vision
flickering with bats
29 March 2021
inside the seed leaves
light fizzes deep in hiding
slicing and binding
so the clear well of each cell
can bubble up helplessly
28 March 2021
flowers of blackthorn
losing themselves in the air
a white wave breaking
27 March 2021
brushing the birch tree
the swish and thrum in my hand
the new growth singing
26 March 2021
soft green-scented waves
secretly moving in us
beeches on the hill
25 March 2021
briefly infinite
spaces between young larch leaves
nothing so light-filled
24 March 2021
seedlings stretch in sleep
though cloudlight fills the kitchen
the windowsill’s warm
23 March 2021
the beech’s branches
cross darkly under streetlights
my little foibles
just ask the sparrows
always something worth finding
in last year’s dead leaves
22 March 2021
between thorn twigs
darned silver by a spider
a hole in the air