High-res. festoonery,
rain-beads pick out
sculptural tangles -
empty boughs
pearled with dim cloud-light;
and on thorn brush, alike,
each spiked twig's jut
is traced with pearl strings,
laced with cloud-bulbs under-slung.
Straggle trails -
branches sway slowly
before wet roof-slate.
Flutter-flicker,
jitter-judder,
flocklets wheel and turn about,
patrolling black on white,
their silent movie, pulsing.
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Wintering
PuisiIt's yet another MajorSeventh. Hop on the big shoulders and look ... Lastest poems are always posted last in my collections. Winter. So, expect sparse gardens, late autumn and wintry countryside, wry philosophy and humour, tenderness towards litt...
