In the Garden

Tough one today. The prompt was to look out of the window and write down words for what you saw; nouns, verbs, colours. So the material really depended on how good the view was. I almost gave up on this but I persevered and am not too unhappy with the result.

Pervasion

I see your skin in alabaster shell

lying stark and sensual against the umber

reclining like a stretching dog

I see your strength stacked in bare brick

feeding root and sprouting green life

weathered at the edges and beautiful

I see you twisting in the restless pennant

enticing now with scarlet, now purple and azure

and always demanding my attention

You are in the rippling silver pond hiding

who knows what kind of promises of

zest and essence beneath its shimmering surface

You are in the verdant, shaking leaves and

the shivering flowers that make me want to gather them

up, make my hands pages and preserve them

I see you in the clouds, the glass, the countless birds

soaring, dipping, darting in and out like

incessant, bright-eyed thoughts

Comments are always welcome.