trees
——–~”o”~——–
hold on
that sun
on the
outer leaves of the
small laurel tree
in the centre of
the cleared ground
only happened
because there was
a gap between
the terraced houses
and the wind
had stopped
——–~”o”~——–
St. Mary Magdalene’s
ground
the young mother has turned
pointing to the trees
birds fly off and land
the toddler parks her
bright pink scooter
takes a few steps forward
and points
further on
the toddler is now ahead
standing among the pigeons
when the mother appears
from behind the flower bed
carrying the scooter
——–~”o”~——–
Marion Park
when you think you are
looking for something
anything can seem a clue
to find it
I have taken 18404 steps today
to sit here on this bench
no body trees are still
just the cracked earth
like a map of London
with cigarette butts and
sudden flies
——–~”o”~——–
1963
an evening-green tree but a too blue sky
——–~”o”~——–
1968
in the cities
the walls of shadows
receded from the page
inward
the bay was foggy
the bridge lights
hung – from overhead to
the other shore -
there were solitary
hills with a small tree that
reached over the
boroughs and districts
the ceiling was bottle green
the light was a triangle
and Batman paused
under his cowl
——–~”o”~——–
the sky
low
peppermint
the lone
tall
elm
the topmost branch
finds the
green cloud
creamy
pushed down, bent
slightly so it
twists round then
back
and round
and round –
‘storm coming
——–~”o”~——–
1969
chrome and
plastic control
turned
waiting for the
picture to warm up
the snow lay
dirty now
by the roadside
and the tree
——–~”o”~——–
radar-blinking,
the two
space-ships made love while
thirsty giraffes peered by; the water
in
the bough of the tree
leaf-winking
the silver
Venusians
‘s eyes
peered
from
the knot;
African mountain
the tree on the
horizon
danced
madly and quickly, then
stopped
and
w a i t e d
for the stars
in the mauve sky
…daytime
contemplating the ancestral tree
the sheep skull
side of the mountain
from the hollow of its eye
winked a helicopter
grinning
as it c i r c l e
d
t
h o
r u
g
h
t
h
e
s k * !
to one side of
the green
silhouette leaf
green sparks
everywhere
——–~”o”~——–
hot summer morning
it quickly
clouded over
the wind blew
the trees the thunder
rumbled
in a dark corner
C sat -
her suntanned
legs in white
socks and a pink
dressing gown -
pulling faces
——–~”o”~——–
1968
seamlessly
grey sky
brown
treetops
and the
single
black
lamp post
…walk on by
——–~”o”~——–
blue and red
various lengths of tubular bells hang from a cheap roof-pagoda over the sunny rooftops. There is a breeze, treetops sway but the bells never
quite
touch
——–~”o”~——–
morning in
Shrewsbury Park
reading POW comics
under the apricot sky
I was wondering what had
happened to the blue sky
by the big oak tree
——–~”o”~——–
Charlotte’s
warm
hand
right
on the horizon
by the
sea
a single
orange
crane
holding –
cables thrumming –
the wide
land-
scape
swaying
and
to the left a
solitary
family of
wizened trees
held
by decades
of wind
in a climb
uphill
caps
pulled down
over their heads
——–~”o”~——–
Thich Nhat Hanh
quiet
the past
has already happened,
the future
is yet to come
we only have
the present moment
behind him
then
through the window
a branch of the fir tree
leaned
up and down
in the wind
nodding
——–~”o”~——–
the window
below, different tree
tops
above, iron clouds with
pink fringes
in the middle, clean
turquoise
far away
high mist
and two power lines
cutting slightly
diagonally and
diverging slightly
——–~”o”~——–
after a lot
of rain
above the horizon
a line of white clouds
hang, darker clouds
pass by
in front a line of
young trees, branches
in odd directions
and about, children
argue about their
football match but
one of them
accedes
——–~”o”~——–
mauve sky
the tree branch
shifts across the streetlamp
in the breeze
the top-floor window
light goes out
——–~”o”~——–
