by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | AU
November 3, 2015, Bracknell, Ascot and Windsor Great Park A boredom colored gray has settled on The unsuspecting morning. Gray invades The brighter colors grubbied by this dawn. Not even that reddish pub front evades This slumped power. This murk has a smell like...
by phillipw | Oct 13, 2019 | AU, CO, PA, SI, SY
Burdens of Light The silences of country life are more Like shades than sounds. So quiet that they seem Like pastel tints in watercolors or The light beneath acanthus leaves we dream. Those silences are more like mist at dawn Above a pond than like a lack...
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2019 | AU, LO
Bright Month Epiphany The light fell on the green, or rather greens Of leaves inside the autumn air of street And garden there among the city scenes, Kaleidoscopic in September suite Of urban beauty and variety. The trees of Kensington spread out their arms To...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | AU, LO
Lustrous Breakfast Time My Aunt Lorena comes to me in dreams— And when I’m eating breakfast. That seems odd Until you know that sometimes she poured streams Of milk on Ruskets, fond with cream from God At camp meeting, inside her canvas tent. When Aunt Lorena...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | AU
This Season Has a Sharpened Sweetness This season has a sharpened sweetness. Air Approaches lungs like maple syrup ice Shards, crystals softened so they almost flare Inside the nostrils though not quite concise Enough to stab with twinge. The atmosphere instead Is...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | AU
Glowing Canvas Mild autumn fields look turned to warmth by plough And sun as if a hazel-colored scene Were caught by some new Constable who now Arises in burnt orange, blond and green— While nutshell brown comes, from a brush which toils As newer Turners might, if...
