Plastic bag

 

Over the rooftops

rising higher with each gust

compelling viewing.

 

by Scooj

  • On being spellbound and disgusted in equal measure by litter blowing in the wind.

Conker

 

Try to look beyond

the abrasive covering;

elegance concealed.

 

by Scooj

September

 

Smell of apple drop

round cobbles in various

stages of decay.

 

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Beginning

 

Glorious morning

cold fresh air, endless blue skies

seasons marching on.

 

by Scooj

Split

 

Nation divided

by weather and politics;

flood, drought and Brexit.

 

by Scooj

Hail

 

At first a gentle

plink plink tapping the windows,

then the crescendo.

 

by Scooj

Autumn

 

Halowe’en is gone

pumpkins hurled in the compost;

time passes quickly.

 

by Scooj

 

The last dance

 

Summer’s last hurrah

tardy, tatty butterfly

pauses in the sun.

 

by Scooj

Days for living

.

Chilly morn, clear, crisp

trees cast long slender shadows

and I am alive. 

.

by Scooj