cemetery 

the leaf blower 

wakes the dead 

 all the fallen leaves 

gathered up and composting

maybe next year 

 interrogation

the tunnel replies repeatedly

echo ergo

 lavender bush

pulling out all the stops

symphony in bee

 flowing between

the ripples and the rocks

sunny water

 the long red fingered stalks of cherries

 the owl autumn 

approaching on silent wings

suddenly upon us

 little white coffin 

pulling on my mummy’s hand

no! no! let’s go

 my garden

fast growing poems

in profusion 

 anemones 

above the lavender 

seas of bees

 cat’s eyes

first one then another

squirrel !

 seven moons 

japanese anemones

bowing to the wind