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

no 31

pond in darkness
an expansive
chasm

no 30

Swimming light, drifting water,
a feeling of bouyancy
beneath
a
weightless
body.

no 29

I almost tread on you
you blend so
into the concrete night,
I take you home
and place you in the pond

no 28

How did they find their way?
Did they smell
the life force?

Is it survival
instinct?

Heard on the grapevine
perhaps gatecrashers
or
were they invited?

suface, no 27

fingers plunge
through a
watery
threshold
disappearing
into
the darkness
of an
imagined
ocean

watching a visitor, no 26

Cold blooded,
moist,
glassy eyed,
staring
between
spaces.

Do you know
I am
there?

conversation, no 25

The moon confides in the water,
leaving an echo on it's surface

wind, no 24

Wind moving water,
small waves
travelling
through
space and time.

no 23

days are shortening,
life is yellowing,
crisp,
degenerating,
photosynthesis
recedes

no 22

Foliage falling, gliding, canoe like safe haven.

rain, no 21

precipitation,
shower,
drizzle
torrent,
deluge
fall

bold, no 20

The plants are pocket sized,
hardly surfacing.

I imagine another year
and
the bold awakening of growth

rain on water, no 19

water on water,
caressing the
surface,
weaving
a pulsating
harmony

green surface, no 18

acorn green
kitchen green
aquamarine
pea green
oak apple
sage green
citrine

no 17,

Paddling
in my garden,
a child again,
breathing
in,
the freedom

aquatic, no 16

skimming
an
aquatic universe,
legs bowed,
olympic pace,
oarlike nymphs

water world, no 15

a microcosm of the universe,
wiggling creatures,
otherly things without names,
a smell of underworlds

a spot to sit, no 14

Hands swimming,
surface sheen broken,
inhabiting shore and water.

life force, no 13

daily traffic droning,
sounds of metal,
teeth on edge,
industry,
pond water,
life force,
movement
and
stillness.

symbolic garden

lush vegetation,
the scent of damp ferns,
woodland floor -
a carpet of lichen

re-emerge, no 11

Leaves break down,
becoming fodder,
re-emerging as
an-other

float, no 10

A dream
of floating,
its dark
the sides are shallow.
I remain
just floating
gazing at the
star sky.

aqua pura, no 9

Feeding visitors,
enables the act
of witnessing
as time slows.

ground work, no 8

plants,
roots,
stones,
insects,
seeds,
embed,
source,
substance

transient things, no 7

Settling in time,
a laying of foundations
and yet
there is a transience
in
these earthly things

no 6

discovering a new part of self,
soothed and held by water sounds,
able to shape shift through worlds
above and beneath

no 5

Surfacing,
hardly noticeable,
emerging,
micro world,
of living
busy bodies,
skimming,
glass light.

frog, no 4

blending in,
taking up house,
moving in - a squatter,
so subtle you'd
hardly notice

deep surface, no 3

A daily ritual - peeping in,
spying new growth,
a shadow - shape shifting
leaf falling - landing,
consumed - decaying,
feeding - restoring.

underworld, no 3

feet soothed,
shocked by coolness,
disappearing beneath
an underworld

frog, no 2

blending flawlessly,
sage, spinich, blue green,
it springs from a dark rock,
from beneath the water surface,

water, no 1

in the back ground,
in motion - continuum

August

August and another month. I have a new pond, its just in the development stage, growing, plants and rocks bedding in. I am going to be writing my moments in time on observations and experiences around this new and changing environment.

shadow on the wall, no 31

the light is subtle,
grey becoming white light,
becoming soft edged
then
ebbing from sight

water boatman, no 30

a clockwork swimmer,
rowing backwards,
skimming the surface,
with feather weight paddles