Straw, water, clay, sand

A wall that is made by hand

From parts of the land

Can I see myself

Reflected in other eyes?

To myself I’m blind

The year’s first bramble

Sweet and warm in the sunshine

Autumn, wait a while

Cerulean skies

Yellow grass and yarrow brass

We’re still flying high

Black heart, empty soul

A broken shell, deeper hole

Swim round the fish bowl

Where is the wild life?

Crouching in a far corner?

Driven out to sea?

Goodbye to July

I never understood you

Though I often tried

A prickly thistle

Bitter and hard to swallow

Unapproachable

All life is entwined

In tangled threads, woven webs

And intricate nets

Pearly petals shine

Reflecting the sinking sun

I must try again

The final tile laid

A crown against diving rain

Long awaited day

Hope is a flower

How soon it withers away

For another year

Seeds set at sunset

Ripple through ripening grasses

Obey the scythe’s blade

Beneath purple blooms

Downy seeds burst from each head

Next year’s problems spread

So let the evening

Carry you back through the years

The pattern unfolds

Now the clouds have cleared

Let the sun work it’s magic

Turning green to gold

On the verge of life

Where the outcasts and strays thrive

I will build my den

Reeling in your wake

Watch the dust settle and shake

You slam on the brakes

Floating in a flood

A green sea, a poppy lake

Swim until I wake

Mixing murky mist

With damp dew dust descending

Wander where we wish

Follow the hedges

Unending bramble rambles

Tame my straighter course