A Handful of Stones Poems 2

September 16

Evening gloom like a glove, slips over the street,

swats away the sun, leaving a yellow smear

in the darkening sky, darkening.

October 12

Bright sunshine shows up the emptying trees, gardens glazed in moisture.

Scruff of Wood

A triangular scruff of woodland squeezed between railway lines coming into Raynes Park station. A deep green cleft of tangled trees, over-enthusiastic bushes, broken branches and rubbish.

Dec 7

The bare trees are quiet: no birds at all. Except for one tall elm and two big rockdoves sitting at the top, back-to-back. Big birds but still, watching winter coming in.