Liberté, Égalité, Humanité
Late the Moon claims night
Planets trace her way through stars
Grass cut by stark shadows
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n.b. I excuse my additional syllable in this attempt to capture the vision of last night’s lunar brightness and the sharpest, darkest shadows thrown onto the silvered late summer grasses in the meadow. A remarkable, naturally well-lit night.
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CLP 19/08/2019
Red haws fit to burst
Swollen by inclement rains
Fruit of the Dog Rose
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CLP 18/08/2019
Air lays blanket thick
Limp leaves untether in heat
Fat white cloud darkens
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CLP 18/08/2019
Evenings shorten
Moonrise turns grasses to snow
Nights separate days
CLP 14/08/2019
Awake to the Sun
Cool breeze pulls at the grasses
Scatters flower seeds
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CLP 28/07/2019
Man versus Nature
Blades of steel v. blades of grass
Cricket’s the winner
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n.b. The smell of cut grass releases various plant chemicals into the air. They signal the start of the English cricket season, even though there are weeks to the first coin toss and the first delivery.
In the picture above the light green patch of grass is the hallowed turf of a cricket square.
CLP 14/03/2019
Pink
petals wild blown
accumulate in drifts
fill gutters,
kerbs billow into puffed up pillows.
Bared bottom leaves tilt up
and wiggle, pale undersides
frolic nude.
Baited by sunlight,
naked limbs are dared
to risk exposure
so piercing beams,
when whisked up
with sea-cooled gusts,
buff white skin
pink.
CLP 01/05/2018
Voyage des Mots 