a watercolour cloud - puce and slate grey

My sympathetic nervous system: A wave of hot blood rises through my face. A blush and my heart races. A bead of sweat - I have forgotten your name.

The after-rain smell of ozone, and warm damp earth.

A hoard of fat daises spring up from the horse cropped grass.

Dusk

It's a long way to space. The sky darkens on the horizon, and the evening star wakes up.

Fat candle

A pool of wet wax around the wick. A softening of edges. It all grows hard and cool.

Bramble wraps around a young conifer hedge. Weave and weft. And oh - the rain.

the pie-bald kitten pats my hand with suede-soft plantar pads

Early morning drive

An almost cliched dawn. Blush and bright lavender clouds. The glare of sun on metalled roads.

Saturday morning

-the rain comes in rattling waves -

Seen at noon.

Against pristine white clouds, the silhouette of a red kite, with wing-tips like splayed fingers.

the beginning of autumn

Like a small green coconut, the horse-chestnut on the side of the road whose body has been worn smooth.