River of blossom
sweet-scented and soft to touch
let me bathe in you.
by Scooj
River of blossom
sweet-scented and soft to touch
let me bathe in you.
by Scooj
After heavy rain
the smell, that wonderful smell
rises from the earth.
by Scooj
Spring temperatures
soar, stirring dormant slow worms
from languid slumber.
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
