87. Sunset. Walking. Rea.
As sun sinks slowly
between two houses,
leafless trees swaying
above the roof ridge
print patterns on colour.
73. Morning Mojo
— Have you got any sachets of instant morning mojo?
— They’re out of stock until Imbolc. But we’ve got this mix. You have to boil it up with water and stir it mindfully for 20 minutes.
57. Drink the sky
As if there could ever be two!
The sunshine coursing in my veins
is the void beyond the stars. I
am you and the ground
is us
56. Dialling back the sun
It’s time to turn the clock back, set the alarm.
55. Doing nothing
ancient beech standing tall doing nothing done with growing scarcely breathing colours flaming.
51. Ebb and flow
Dinesh didn’t listen. He was watching his newly launched paper boat (expertly crafted from the centrefold of yesterday’s Sunday Times glossy) ride the weir and bob on – up and down, up and down…
50. Goldcrest
A bird fell from the sky, and lay at my feet.
49. Outsiders
Unlicensed Fool! He claims his pitch
Outside the court. The king and priest
Declare him of all men the least
48. Druids Heath: nightfall
Across the rough grassland, the last light of day outlines Lombardy poplars, great oaks.
47. ¿Mother Moon?
Moon. Moon shine. Moon of darkness. Bring your soft light. Banish day’s harsh harridan glare.