no 13

black,
sister and brother,
their stares without
any judgement,
already friends
no formality
necessary

no 12

deep black, the forest at night,
and when you roll over
I am blinded by a sweep of white light
over your belly

no 11

from this window;
nothing but
green
cultivated, tamed
nature

bird, no 10

a bird erupts
from lofty grass,
propeller wings
advancing

black dog, no 9

a paw on
my shoulder,
we lay together,
on rain wet grass,
your breath a
perpetual song

no 8

warm billowing clouds
give way to a few minutes
of scintillating light

an Essex house, no 7

wooden slatted,
woven walls,
exposed to the air

black wet dog, no 7

wet, sleak, slippery,
black silver light,
oily to touch

syrupy, no 6

honey syrup
pears
lie
squashed
and
weeping
on a track

interweave, no 5

waltzing
corn
marry
with
tufted
trembling
heads

no 4

a pinprick
of a man,
buffing up
the silvery hat
of a sail-less
windmill

underfoot, no 3

an expanse
of acorns;
bubble wrap
exploding
underfoot

sky, no 2

A dappled sky of muted silver and smoky heather

lifes taken over

Somehow life has taken over my daily rhythm of writing. I am trying to play catch up and spend this month open to all that's around me, hope to hear your experiences as well Annie x

tranformation, no 1

Sound of metal ringing in the distance
for a moment it is tranformed into wind