Saturday, 25 June 2016
Friday, 24 June 2016
Human eyes see as in the beginning;
Since the dawn of cells, all change,
If change it were, was in the mind
Light interpreted as it falls
Shadow’s darkness guessed at.
Green became the colour of place
Canopy, valley, grassland, pasture,
And blue, the sky, except when cloud
Held it down, neutral and grey.
Brown and black made the ground,
Heath and tree bark, the soil beneath.
Thursday, 23 June 2016
rough birch bark leans in silence
to the wood grove’s pitch-black dark
so falls dusk however temporary
till only fingertips can see
the invisible forest
animal noises rattle the broom pods
bending under stems furtively creeping
to ground in some black burrow
then soundless like a breath
gasped in the gape of night