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Archive for August, 2018

Last day of August


sunlight twinkles
trim my Christmas tree
in it’s pot
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

30 days into August


we too must let go
of our next generation-
just like the monarchs
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

29 days into August

lots of brown ducks-
not so ordinary
all in eclipse
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018
.
At this time of years ducks moult their flight feathers so they lose their colour for better camouflage until new flight feathers grow.

Monotonous rhythm

One and two
Circle swing
Heave and push
Governor spins
Rhythm clicks
Mighty wheels
Powerful arms
Clip and clack
Interlocking gears

Steady pulse
Pistons shunt
Feel the warmth
Smell the oil
Governer wide
Faster speed
Belts run clear
Clip and clack
Pistons rise and fall

Chuff and hiss
Power steam
Crankshaft turns
Valves and pipes
Pressure lifts
Push and pull
Flywheel whirrs
Clip and clack
Until the work is done

Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

27 days into August

middle age remains
individual
determination
doesn’t play a part

leaves cannot
control
evolving colours
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018
(septolet)

26 days into August

cold wet
grey day
visitors few
at Martin Mere

but wetlands
do need
rain
.
the welcome
stays
in all weather
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018
(septolet/piku)

25 days into August

Unpacked washing done
all dried and put away
holiday now is over
but memories remain.
.
Now is the time for sorting
let decluttering begin
get some money in the bank
and we’ll soon be off again.
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

20 – 24 days into August

family holiday
lakeside forest log cabin-
hot tub comfort view
.
bird feeding station
by french door viewing seat-
ornothology
.
ducks know who’s feeding
they’ve been here longer than us-
we are visitors
.
regal swans afloat
we row the boat with respect-
observe pecking order
.
smooth journey cutting
through Lake District hills and dales
M6 southbound – home
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

19 days into August

I see the clouds
lilting on the water-
out in the bay
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

17 days into August

All with one cause
we slowly travel
stopping intermittently
across the M62.
.
All with on cause
we breath and sleep
eating intermittently
through our daily lives.
.
All with one cause
we work and play
singing intermittently
in our own faiths.
.
All with one cause
we make this journey
praying intermittently
towards heaven or nirvana.
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

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