as eyes seize it
dog has a dyslexic god
torn from the landscape
hung in the art gallery
it is remains there
school holidays
the newly planted orchard
has withered
i’m telling the cat
just how very sad it is
warm breeze
how many fallen leaves
can a cobweb hold
a murmuration of shadows
in the trees
the milky way
so there is much further
do you see
with the apple tree
laden right down with fruit
i feel six feet tall
that T-shirt
shed your inhibitors
pointedly
re-reading
the turning of the leaves
morning sunshine
subliminal
discomfiture’s future
on a dried up stream
moon rain
bats and silverfish
discombobulate
the turn of the year
is waiting in the wings
the house lights dim
the engineer
mending our boiler
has gone very quiet
blather will not make
those broad sunlit uplands
but a marshland
