Slow days

The wet weight of air

heavy on the day light,


and drips

to lank chestnut crumples

Sky, air and ground

future, close, distant

are just the wet hereabouts

of time, where light shuffles

through the dense world of smells



Biting bronze morning light

etches the landscape in stretched shadow.

A sky full of weather

from every month of the year,

graffiti scrawled with softening lines

like ink drawn through water