From tiny beginnings to oceans I discovered the world in words

21 days into May

I love                                  

using his

walking stick,

it’s just

like holding

his hand.

Hi. Dad.

(sept)  (c)  Elaine Patricia Morris


My poem Shin rin yoku will be published in Gazing at Gaia, an anthology for the Manchester Buddhist Centre.  I will be reading in the Lotus Hall before the Golden Buddha. 

Speechless ?     So am I.

9 days in to May

in it’s silken sheen

of solitude and sunshine

spider in darkest tulip

(Katauta)  (c)

Elaine Patricia Morris

7 days into May  

First buttercups

spread sunshine

across fields 

in reflection

under chin


do you

like butter.


(c) Elaine Patricia Morris 

Sept.  Seven two word lines with

a break between any two lines.

6 days into May

wrens flit in and out-

toadflax mitres the corners

in the walled garden

(c) Elaine Patricia Morris

Are you really sure ?

trees mustard yellow

or rust or orangey pink,

greenish creamy grey


and yet you still tell yourself

that all these spring trees are green

(c) April 2017 Elaine Patricia Morris

29 days into April

tender green fingers

tip conifer’s outstretched arms-

other life shelters


on the tree top nests

black rooks are swapping over-

babies are hungry

(c) Elaine Patricia Morris

23 days into April

Elfje series.


born leaves

soft and amber

turn sycamore summer green.



can I

not be inspired

by the season’s turning.


(c)  Elaine Patricia Morris.

22 days into April


cherry trees

heavy with blossom

hundreds of tiny petals.


(Elfje) (c) Elaine Patricia Morris

15 days into April

leaves unfolding

thicken hedges

hide fields

shield birth

protect nestings


springtime reveals

and conceals


(Sept) Elaine Patricia Morris (c)

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