Between fresh, green reeds,
A path opens and closes –
Whooshing all around.
Between fresh, green reeds,
A path opens and closes –
Whooshing all around.
A red flag flutters,
Heavy rain falls from dark skies –
Poppies on the verge.
Collecting raindrops,
A child on a balcony –
Clematis flowers
By a busy road,
A flurry of willow seeds –
Settles on the verge.
Ice lines the river,
A swan rises heavily –
Shattering silence.
The smell of damp earth,
Leaves turn to mulch underfoot –
Burying chestnuts.
White mist on white frost,
Waking from the longest night –
The fen takes a breath.
White thistle-heads nod,
Solitary buttercups –
Reflected glory.
Lights dance on the sea,
Sand martins leave their burrows –
Washed-up jellyfish.
Behind a white screen,
A song for absent parents –
May blossom, Cuckoo.