twilight fireworks
all day I paint
a picture of dill
Tracking an Unshapen Land
twilight fireworks
all day I paint
a picture of dill
this year
those strange red berries
untouched by the pigeons
origami –
her swan song
unfolds
Christmas star
Orion’s sword
points to the pine
muck spreading
a brief whiff
of honeysuckle
meadow-sweet
crushed underfoot
the Queen’s favourite
heirloom
the scalloped edge
of grandma’s cup
two short taps
on flint
black cap’s warning
Realised it wasn’t a robin after all, but a blackcap. He has been singing his beautiful clear song from every topmost post or tree in the garden. He must be more territorial than the robin because I haven’t seen him since the black caps’ arrived…
black star
in a blue sky
the first swallow
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passing the torch setting sun to day-moon