Clematis leaves flap and slap

Clematis leaves flap and slap

Alligator heads

Snapping and fighting

As the ivy not to be outdone

Does a Mexican wave.

Sheltered from the wind

Passion fruit flowers

Regale the morning

With stories of a bigger

Windfall than last year.

Confined by walls

There is a disconnection

Between us

And their excitement

Is lost in translation,

It is a profusion

Of over growth

As nature goes about its business.

The wind argues

Quietly with itself,

Whispering through

The gaps in the sky

Ruffling every feather

Of the Kestrel

Floating way up high

Catching thermals

Waiting for prey

If it takes all day.

Viewed through

The dusty haze

Of triple glazed glass

The world is in motion.

A commotion,

Orchestrated pandemonium

Strangely silent

Behind a veil

Of apparent transparency

Only the sound of

A heartbeat

Brings thunder to the ears

And only the breath

Steaming the window

Betrays the heat

Of the raging fire

Burning in the backdraft

Of my soul.

There is colour

But it is a product

Of reflection

And so much is lost

In absorption.

The meaning is clear

But lacks feeling

As the greens are

Lit with a golden kiss,

And in the dapple down

Of the day

When hearts should dance

Breathless promises

Bleed into rain starved leaves

That curl at the edges

Before falling into the

Dry soil with

A martyrs sigh.

So many greens

With different stories

Shout for attention

Only to be ignored

In favour of

A blousy flower, proudly blooming

In confident display

A temporary ascendancy

It begins to die

Even as it unfurls

And in its finite

Exhibition

So the flaunt of photons

Pricks the slow compress

Of imagination

And the slippery leech

Of shades is consumed

By shadow

Lost to understanding

Draining into dust

The ashes of yesterday’s

Memories

Waiting, in perpetuity

Hoping to grow

Into the dreams of tomorrow

With the colours

Of the ocean floating

Deep

Within their depth.