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Pittosporum scent-

There you are again ~ heady ~

Welcoming me home.


Walking down the street –
Girls stop and say ‘beautiful!’ ~
To my sunflowers. 

A good book outside –
Tiny flies sticking to it ~
Unable to move.

Squishy blackberries 
The Púca has defiled them ~
Leave them for the birds.

Catching crocuses –

Just before they go over ~

Vanguards of the Spring.  


Seasons are passing –
Fullness of Summer coming ~
A grave with old leaves.


Stored in three short lines –
Another moment in time ~
Hyacinth fragrance.


Happy New Year to all of my readers and fellow bloggers. I wish you the best of luck for 2014. Keep writing.

A planet with six seasons.


How will I imagine you?

Calm, how we lie languid and calm ~


The possibilities.

How we lie stretched, languid and calm.

Planets with their seasons.

A planet with six seasons.

Daffodils are spent
and need to be dead headed ~
How quickly things pass.

[Safe home Cmdr Hadfield]


Pentre Mawr sunset –
Vale of Clwd, shock of Spring ~
Nothing new for oaks.


Purple Hosta blooms –
Prove to be no distraction ~
For leaf hungry slugs.

Sandcastles, hailstones –
All the crabs are dead ~ bar one –
Shelly Rathmullan.

Pittosporum scent –
Exceeds all else, as night falls ~
The light from the fire.

Stephen’s fleeting blooms –
Passed over since the picture ~
Birdsong persisting.

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