Seasons, senses & self
As sun sinks slowly
between two houses,
leafless trees swaying
above the roof ridge
print patterns on colour.
As winter steals in
robbing us of light,
blooming mahonia
keeps its own spring time
in this busy street.
River Rea in spate:
near a rapid weir
a young horse chestnut
offers sticky buds
through the black steel fence.
As the dusk deepens
in Cannon Hill Park
Lombardy poplars
tower over their neighbours
against the dim sky.
I turn southwestward:
last colour through twigs.
Over still water
necks forward in flight
geese circle the air.
Seasons, senses & self 87/365:
Nudging you to... write? reflect? walk? notice? flow?
Like another post in this series linked to the River Rea in Birmingham, this one uses the 5x5x5 form: 5 stanzas each with 5 five-syllable lines.
The plan
Other posts in the series
Author's intro to the series
Contact the author (Chris Fewings)