Killing time, waiting
for the rain to stop, choosing
what seeds to plant next.
by Scooj
Killing time, waiting
for the rain to stop, choosing
what seeds to plant next.
by Scooj
The Bristol Rovers
roar carries on the light breeze
across the suburbs.
By Scooj
Through rippled glass I
gaze at beautiful May skies
and cherry blossom.
by Scooj
Frail unpretentious
flower too small to notice
too fair to ignore.
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