Nuthatch

  Nuthatch Sleek as a stealth bomber tiny space shuttle clad in slate breast still cooling from re-entry found your home now amongst the shadows channelling your inner serpent creeping over the old skin of the trees scenting sunlight further up but no desire to return to the empyrean feeding on the crumbs in the creases of …

I want to

I want to do to you what spring does to the cherry trees what the chrysalis does to the caterpillar what wings do in the wind what feathers do whilst falling want to say to you what silence says to snow do to you what the sostenuto pedal does to the struck strings want to …

A slow dimming of the fields

A slow dimming of the fields The edge of the world softly flaring a page pulled from the fire words whispered again in smoke you've gone ahead flowers flaming in your hands tearing petals spilling candles like breadcrumbs