liquid meadow
the wind disturbs the grass into waves
a single tree leans towards us, twisted and spare
we don't even notice the noise of the combine harvester, fields and fields away

Candy floss - cotton balls - ink dropped into a jar - the clouds are glowing yellow-light - fat and full of rain with lavender/slate blue curls and edges. The sky is power blue - baby blue - falling, and falling away.

The floor shivers as the cars go by
Outside my window - the steady cooing of pigeons

twilight
magpie's dark feather
resting in the too long lawn