Quiet on the fells
Something missing. What? Oh yes!
Not a sheep in sight.
Quiet on the fells
Something missing. What? Oh yes!
Not a sheep in sight.
Fresh snow surprises.
On this hill. On the next hill,
Why not on that hill?
I like this one from the Forward Book of poetry for 2010...i identify with those flowers in the last verse!!!
Sonnet
Emma Jones
Here it is again, spring, "the renewal".
People have written about this before.
And the people who track the four seasons,
the hunters who know the weather has changed.
Still, rains happen; there are slow roots that make
progress; something has a hand in the earth
and turns it. Clouds unknot the wind. Bulbs blow.
Their threadbare minds gust outward, turn yellow.
eyes to heaven. It answers with the sun.
And the sun is a bully, a mutual bomb.
The daffodils crack. "Oh heavens!" They fret,
"Where's your terminus?" The flowers are wan
travellers. They unpack their cases. All
they know, they are. Renewal, rest. Renewal.
Hi all....Xrunner, don't know about Scotart...I have another name for the b*****d...only just finished printing and I still need to have a run. I think my studio was too cold and the inks were all stiff so trying to get the edition to look the same has been almost impossible. Anyway, I am going to do a quick half hour with a headtorch and see y'all later. Will have to have a baked potato again! Cue for a poem....
Good to see you have had a decent run HHH, both in the real sense and the haiku writing sense.
Marstons Oyster Stout
dark, velvety, refreshing
perfect for winter
Poacher turned game-keeper