Connected.

Take me from sink, fridge and oven,

let me eat blackberries straight from the branch,

–

from screens and canned music

so I can hear birds sing while bees hum,

–

from air conditioning, heating and showers,

let sun be my warmth and raindrops refresh me,

–

from neon, flouresence and LEDs,

the moon and stars will light up my night,

–

from bricks, concrete, timber and tiles,

trees are my walls and sky my roof.

–

Take me from carpets, tarmac and gravel,

let me walk upon earth;

connected.

–

Elaine Morris (c) July 2015.

Sound

Sitting, eyes closed

The tide laps the shore,

waves breaking gently.

–

Now and then

a larger wave rushes on,

taking back the shingle.

–

Lost in the sound

I ride on the sea,

and breathe.

–

Eyes open,

I see a tree,

tossed by the wind.

–

40 miles from the coast.

I live in that moment.

Listening.

–

Elaine Morris (c) June 2015.

July Septolet and Tanka

Septolet

–

Buttercup season

so many

daisies look

like snow

beside the

dog rose

flowering pink.

–

Another season.

—————

Tanka.

Pink seedy grass grows

taller than the buttercups

waiting for combine

–

to make hay while the sun shines

will feed the cows in winter.

–

Elaine Morris (c) June 2015.