From tiny beginnings to oceans I discovered the world in words

4 days into July

bringing washing in
my nightie smells of sunshine-
suddenly tired
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

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magpie calling
brought me from the kitchen-
no babies
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

2 days into July

nature comunicates
unspoken words speak loudest

.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

The first day of July

the shade’s getting shorter
clover reaches for light
daisies spread their petals
till they close up for the night
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018
(naani)

30 days into June

old rolling pin-
kitchen conversations
in the wood grain
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

29 days into June

early June morning
the snip of his shears
summer leaves fall
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

28 days into June

rose bows it’s head
praying for water-
long dry sunny days
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

27 days into June

moorland inferno
peat fires travel underground
surging seering heat
.
Saddleworth blazes
consuming all in it’s path
summer here at last
.
gone even farther
memories and wonderings
Keith Bennett still lost
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

note….Keith Bennett, the last of the moors murders children whose remains have still not been found.

26 days into June

heat wave lethargy-
wilting as flower borders
wait for evening
.
thumb pressure on hose pipe
arcs streams of crystal freshness
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018
(tanka)

25 days into June

set as wallpaper

pretty flower picture

yesterday’s garden
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

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