flowering thyme

on the way to rhubarb castle 

i wear a long purple robe

crying young seagull 

you look so hungry

i close my bag

snowflake

cooling my tea 

iced summer 

summer rain

giggling in the troughs

the pots laugh

silver birch winking

at the cat in the window

scratching the blue

sorry 

i thought you were someone else

i am

natterjack

my dear toad don’t hide away

we all have our warts

enlist in the list

the patina on the brass neck 

of the cenotaph’s tears

69

damselflies mating

the pool is yawning

the old tunes

pins of childhood

butterflies

red and yellow

the bees have found my beans

dinner tomorrow 

magic well

waiting for the splash 

your wish seeks