... and occasional Tanka. Started after a competition on the unbound.co.uk blog (see#1 and #2).
Bluebells in the woods,
A quiet calm descends on
Viewers gathered round.
I see the future,
It appears in front of me -
Where I keep my food.
I've heard it said that
Problems have no sense of time…
Mine stay up all night.
No one else can see
Where I start and you begin.
Seamlessly entwined.
Supporting walls, we,
Of the house that we have built;
Keeping the roof up.
If you do, summer,
An endless expanse of warmth.
If not, then winter.
Like a new world lain,
The world transformed overnight -
After the sun, rain.
Spring sunshine in March -
Find a sun trap, make it last;
Once gone, leg it fast.