Saturday, 31 August 2013

6.30, last sunrise of August

Mile-high plane scratches two-inch white line
across a perfect gold-fade-through-pearl-to-palest blue 
morning sky
Oh to be sat in its cockpit!

Tuesday, 27 August 2013

On my way to buy a morning paper #42

Morning mist
Yellow, well-blown roses
and finger-writ in condensation, on a car: