SUMMER RAIN
Summer rain.
It can almost be forgiven:
Warm, green air.
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Storm grey weight
Flowing grasses
Rabbit’s ears twitching.
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Darker by degrees
Still air cooling
The first drops
Shiver.
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Still life
Hidden sparrows
Slow rain
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Slow rain
Hits every leaf
Syncopated greeting.
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THERE SHOULD BE CUCKOOS
There should be cuckoos.
The warm silver clouds
Low with rain
Sheeting the high hills,
Green and weighed down
With yesterday’s light.
There should be cuckoos.
Floating, echoing hidden
Like a gong, like a memory
Turning over the still heart
Melting tight paths of thought,
Manifest distance.
There should be cuckoos.
Inhabiting every wooded fold
Deep in the world
Now settled, fruiting,
Slowly inturning, indwelling
Heading high to solstice
And then the long
Slow burn to harvest.
There should be cuckoos.
Now the hay is turned and gathered
Now creamy elder scents the air,
Worlds in worlds, layered, established.
Angels barefoot down the lanes,
Honeysuckle fingers, messages forgot.
There should be cuckoos
Measuring this loosening, this hollow,
Replacing thought and song
Answering all, settling all,
Letting go, adrift and floating.
Low clouds, rain heavy,
Warm air’s slow somersault
The swaying grasses, the rippling grasses.
From the green world’s roof,
From its rafters,
There should be cuckoos.
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(Ornithologically suspect, as cuckoos here in England usually call most in April, but it was the thought of cuckoos on a warm, cloud-filled day in June, that inspired this flow of words.)
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Another track from one of my Bandcamp albums as a trial of a longer piece using their new player gizmo. This one, mainly guitars and long delay loops…..
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So, this is a trial to see whether I have followed the correct procedures……
With any luck you will be able, should you so chose, to listen to the track “Over the Hill, the View” from my CD “Rain”. If so, be prepared for many such annoyances accompanying my future blogs……
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JUNE RAINS (haiku/haibun cycle)
Sudden gust of wind.
Rain-wet face.
These grey, empty streets.
These grey, empty streets:
I do not know their names.
They do not know mine.
A dream in cold dawn.
Too many words attached to memory. A posy of complaint, shades of all the colours of melancholy. Cast down, forgotten, they shall dissolve, mulch for future centuries. Beautiful air locating magical symbols. A play with syllabic sweetness, a river of sanity too far to touch.
A dream in cold dawn.
Somehow choosing a role
No-one else will have.
Is there a moment, a time, when each one of us decides our degree of visibility? Do we slip, collecting the well-worn clothes of a vacant consciousness, into comforting roles, familiar, mapped out? And so they adhere, become so owned. The first and the last in the queue. The sensible one, the designated driver, the quiet one, the strange one.
No-one else is here.
Squabbling sparrows
Scattering blossoms.
Rain-wet garden.
The colours have swiftly changed from the brightness of May to the weighed greens of June. Elder blossom is the punctuation, and the delicate scatter of wild roses. The bindweed curls, the honeysuckle prepares its longing fingers. The sun breeds cloud, sucks moisture and breathes storm.
No-one else will know
This one silent moment.
Rain wet garden.
Rain-wet garden
Flowers weighed down.
Unavoidable sorrow.
Unavoidable sorrow.
Thoughts falter.
The low-slung cry of swallows.
Low-slung cry of swallows
Steady rain
Strange emptiness.
Strange emptiness
Fills with peace.
Scent of wild roses.
Scent of wild roses:
Though they bend and weep
They know this rain a blessing.
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WARMING
(The ghost of William Blake conversing with
The ghost of Samuel Palmer, down by the apple
Orchard, perhaps)
Sunlight gathers heat.
Sparrows in the eaves
Flustered wings, feeding, fetching.
Small is the delight
That accumulates bliss, drop by drop.
The easy centuries
Of a cat’s sleeping breath.
It is a life of small moments,
A slow, steady filling:
Small moments noticed,
Not blessings to be prayed for,
Not dreams to be hollowed out from air,
Not glorious futures
Nor the wrinkled, cold hand of victory.
Upholding the fragile,
Precision of caring,
Peculiar coincidence,
Unexplainable connection.
No arrows of equations pinning certainty,
The sly, mad oracle of statistics,
Prophecies of bacterial bloom.
Summer storm
Here and gone..
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A LOVE SONG OF THE MOON
sideways drift
long bones curve
surprising silk,
always surprising
sideways drift
lilt
dream eyelid smile
opening pale, lucent
slip slow
foam falling
drip,dribble
one drop
viscous, sweet
night falling in
acres: time blankets
enfolding white
silent gasp, always,
always
ever is
slightly vanishing
hidden, certain,
downwards
long-boned,
spine line
tingle-tipped
inward curve,
coved, curled
combed, covered,
feathered
sigh breathing
bell
snow cold
melting, settling,
melting
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JUST LIKE HAIKU
1
nonchalant monkey
busy eating fruit
raises an eyebrow:
single snowflake
drifting down.
2
sound of seagulls,
echoing sea caves –
air-conditioning unit
splutters to life.
3
night rain.
a million leaves
gently clapping
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