Hunched and replete
while Old Father Thames glides by;
enough fish today.
by Scooj
Tag: Nature
Between my finger and my thumb
I can’t dig with my
pen as Seamus does with his.
I’ll dig potatoes.
by Scooj
Inspired by Seamus Heaney’s beautiful poem ‘Digging’ which I read as a child. I love the metaphor. I love the poem.
Summer Berries
Blackberry Sunday;
while I dig the potatoes,
they have all the fun.
by Scooj
Disappointing or Pleasing Bench?
Haven for worn legs,
withdrawn and blending into
an urban jungle.
by Scooj
Ragwort
Van Goughian splash
gathering red, green and gold;
soldier beetle flies.
by Scooj
End of life
Once green, now yellow,
wheat heads groan in windy gusts
longing for harvest.
by Scooj
Almost invisible
Standing out alone
in understated grandeur.
Most will walk on by.
by Scooj
Dragonfly
Relic from Earth’s youth
bathing in afternoon sun.
Fleeting adulthood.
by Scooj
Bristol to London by Train 2
Deer in open fields
scamper away for cover
when iron thunder comes.
by Scooj
Helios
Floret furnaces
laid out in regular rows
bursting with pollen.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 