.tips.

slate slides
mud slips
rain falls

seems higher this time

water expands to where i see
the edge

.rain.

watching the weather
discussing the news
for news came yesterday

local

.spaces.

pause like in breathing

I hope you don’t mind
and that is how it started

.box.

you see it reminds

me of the visit to
that house by the mill
where there is a box
to stand on to be able
to see the mountain
behind

.gilded.

while waiting and through the chink

left saw one golden tree

autumn cameo

each little thing

.darker days.

here we need no black days
no more, not in this house
seen too many troubles….

.background.

as i rose,
a pink mist descended.
it was actually already there,

i like the sound of the action here.

.tester pots.

palest blue, some say,
duck egg, with rust,
slight dusting of rose
to combat corrugated iron.