For September I have chosen five poems taken from Sue Moules' collection 'The Earth Singing.'





BUBBLE

Fine filigree
a space of blown soap.

It rests on the grass,
rainbow curves
ready to disappear.

Children blow
these dreams
into air.






FALLING SNOW


Light notes of the flute
flutter in white splashes,
fall on the ground, melt.

A silver slurry
holds its notes
in a curtain of air.






HOLY LIGHT


In this dark time
earth turns
wind, rain and snow
into renewal.

There are moments
of holy light,
when low sun
skims the land,
dazzles with its aura.






EPIPHANY


Perfect white buttons
in the grass,
their pink frills hidden
under canopies.

So white,
their flesh pushes
through the earth.
Nothing tastes better.






MOMENT


This room
a rectangle of dappled light,
a surge from the ancient beeches.

Fountains of green reflect,
beyond ghosts caught
in a mist of history.







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