Hear the tide ebbing,
seaweed pops and crackles and
bright water gurgles.
by Scooj
Hear the tide ebbing,
seaweed pops and crackles and
bright water gurgles.
by Scooj
Hanging out to dry,
ugly guzzling grubbers will
transform and amaze.
by Scooj
Shaped from the earth and
hiding in a suburban
garden; I saw you.
by Scooj

Surrounded by seeds
and overwhelmed by the choice;
from small beginnings…
by Scooj
Exhausted after
those nocturnal exertions;
waiting for the rain.
by Scooj
Sweet satisfying
scents of pineapple sage and
lemon thyme; Spring time.
by Scooj
Midas is losing
his touch, as gold turns to grey
and Spring stalls again.
by Scooj
Jack came back last night,
his ice grip suffocating
Eostre’s late tenure.
by Scooj
Bugger – original version had a goofy syllable count. I have edited it now, but it doesn’t flow as well.
Collared doves in love;
modest country cousins to
the streetwise pigeon.
by Scooj
The long grey Winter
at last yields and tender warmth
fills my heart with joy.