Blossoms

Spring buds
Foreshadowing colour explosions

Blooms
Smells
Colours
Soft
Gentle
Sweet
Happy
Pink
Purple
Red
Yellow

A living mantra
Hundreds of haikus
In one blossom

Silky
Velvet
White
Lilac
Opaque Venes
Transparent Pedals
Pure joy
So simple

A song
A poem
Each per blossom

Smooth satins
Dotted amongst
Rough bark
Pastels
Spread across
Browns and greys

The gentle happiness of inner peace
Winning over sharp edges of demons

Every spring anew
Light bursts into life
With so much joy

Kingfisher and Rain

May in Scotland

A lightning bold
Metallic blue
Dipped out of the canal
Into the trees

Flashes of blue
A bobbing jewel
Follows us
Along the water

A heavy scent, mixture of
Hawthorne, Bluebells, Lilac
Tangible, weights me down
Dash: the blue lighting bold
Emerges from the water
Stickleback in his beak

The successful hunter
Manages to hide amongst the trees
Before the downpour
We not

I stretch my arms to the sky
And laugh
Warm water rinses the heavy scent away
Replacing it with pertrichor
May in Scotland

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