treading on tree roots

we walk an uphill path

starred with May blossom…

the green greener

for the blue

~

Summer’s Day

the braid of our lives…

as swallows weave

morning’s  seamless blue,

we renew our vows

~

oak leaves

a swaying canopy

of light and shade,

your vows, then mine –

the pipes of an unknown bird

~

take down the book

blow the dust off a memory…

a little egret

at the gilded edge

of a wind-fluttered lake

~

at my fingertips

the spread of a crow’s wings…

from lamp post

to sunlit patch of grass

and back…and back again

~

a song thrush

in the blackthorn…

drifting

from the stave

the last notes of spring

~

scent of white lilacs

and rain in the air,

your memory

and mine…

a heron unfolds

~

wind song

sheet music

flutters

from the stand…

a reed bunting

~

at dawn

a song thrush…

water cascades

down the spine

of this ancient self

~

between reeds

and the shadows of reeds

I am filled…

the flutes of warblers,

these blue breaths of sky

~

a hand

stills the pendulum

in a blue room of sky –

a goldfinch

at the feeder

~

hand-painted

with breath’s pure colours

a butterfly peels

from this darkest mood

and catches the breeze

~

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. neerja
    May 10, 2011 @ 09:29:04

    Dear Claire
    Your words transport me
    and i find myself
    walking with you
    Love
    Neerja

    Reply

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