Tuesday, 17 July 2007

4 Turns
 
The Colour is Green
Fields and Summer
Tree tops
ripe wheat and Ivy
 
The Colour is Red
berry's and butchered Meat
An Hot ember on a
Crisp Autumn morning
 
The Colour is Blue
Slabs of fish and
Cracked ice
Winter feet and fire
 
The Colour is Yellow
Daffodils and Steep
banked Grass
Swooping Swallows
and singing Larks

Wednesday, 11 July 2007

Weathered Thoughts
Wind Chipped and
Cracked lime
 
Droop down heads
heavy and Dry
leaves Brittle
and Crisp
 
All turned as one
facing the ground,
Vase holding them Still
Held in Stately Grace
 
The Petals Slipped
From fresh to dry
Blood, The stems from
New Boughs to
Gallows
 
Thorns bite Just
as Bright,
the Sharpness is
not lost on a
Discarding Grasp