More of: Enough? by J.B. Pick

 

Glimpses

 

Spume rose from the marbled sea.

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Light tinkles on a sharp frost.

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A rich, thick, folded silence.

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The slow meditation of small green waves.

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Birdsong - a little bouncing scatter or pure drops.

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Quiet as a lemon

 

 

Water

 

Water is subtle, finds its own level,

Yet it would drown the very Devil.

 

 

Autumn leaves

 

Leaves glide down in fresh sunlight

To join communities of colour,

An exhibition which celebrates

The art of accident.

 

 

The Word

 

I came upon a word -

Proud, secretive.

It scuttled off into the bushes.

A fresh meaning lost.

 

 

No Ball

 

A brown ball runs at random

Zig after zag

A tiny tail-less shrew

Playing life's perilous game,

The rules of which are shrewish.

 

 

Autumn Day

 

Deft stillness, vegetable sleep;

Gold coins enrich the grass.

Silence grows more deep:

Some secret is about to pass.

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