A PROOF OF COLLEAGUES
Spring The blossom flutters.
Green clusters un-knuckle and rise
to measure sunshine.
Neat earth plots sprout green shoots –
plots merging and over-grown.
Cloud swept arching sky
sweeps away Winter dust,
sparkles in the sun.
From unturned black soil
green shoots puncture barren earth.
Dappled light shines through
to linger beneath trees
then soothe false frowns,
Summer fling
away old sad feelings.
Wishful thinking I suspect.
Like miniature flags,
as if on a ferris wheel,
time does spin and whirl.
Carving its way through the land,
follows that winding pathway.
Deep below ground
ossified ancient forests
glitter with diamonds.
While men heave and strain sinews,
sightless ponies dream of fields.
Autumn Tawny shadows merge.
Warm to long remembered words,
russet, red and gold.
Green moss creeps across stone walls
and damp grass drowns our boots.
Caught in the wind,
drifting like coloured snow,
leaves are falling.
Twigs snap, earth, hard beneath boots
mark the walkers weary way.
Joints begin to ache.
Squirrels crack reluctant nuts.
Autumn here at last.
Winter The season tumbles silently.
The Earth begins its waiting.
Winter feels like death.
Seal all the nooks and crannies.
Shut the snow outside.
It gnaws at an emptied gut.
Militate, negotiate.
Lamps burn low, night falls,
under an indigo sky,
blending light and history.
Shedding the old worn out skins.
Horizons already watchful.
Compiled by: Cate
Anderson
Contributors
Eileen Neil (Palmer) Howard Benn
Bill Fitzsimons Malcolm Henshall
Barbara Lawton Drusilla Long
Myrna Moore Terry
Wassall
Renga
Guide
Dave Alton
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