old oak
guards the gate
morning mist
Showing posts with label mist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mist. Show all posts
Thursday, 24 March 2011
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Tuesday, 4 January 2011
Sunday, 2 January 2011
Saturday, 1 January 2011
Friday, 31 December 2010
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
Saturday, 20 November 2010
Friday, 19 November 2010
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Saturday, 14 February 2009
More Snow and Mist
Sun through mistedges of trees
bleed into light
CrossroadsGuardian trees
ward wandering spirits
Stone angelforever scatters petals
on abandoned graves
Thursday, 12 February 2009
Wednesday, 31 December 2008
Saturday, 29 November 2008
Misty Chesterfield
The path 'twixt wood and fieldfilled with mist
and sodden leaves
and yet
within the silence
an echo
of a dream.
Spider's web on teasel
catches the mist
for a spider's bath
among the spikes
while gorse,
thinking of spring
sends yellow pea-flowers
searching for bees.
In the grass
rusted machinery
returns to the earth
while pampas plumes
echo factory smoke
from long ago
Friday, 28 November 2008
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