Half hinged between green and gold

        Half hinged between green and gold

        in the grey ice of a mid-June garden

        grapevines swarm upon the fences,

        bright patens on the day.

        Caught in a cold early morning sun

        these are moments

        between wind and rain

        and the certainty

        of their split-second colour

        depends upon the instant

        accident of an eye.

        Dullness is in everything

        and everywhere,

        held for the moment

        from the flutter to fall and garden rake.

        Tomorrow they will be an unkempt

        litter on the lawn,

        now they are a bloom of lights

        in winter's bleak dark living room.

These poems are from my new collection IN THE APRICOT DARKNESS (view the cover and contents below in my recent posts). They are now being published individually, daily under 'recent posts' on my blog and will be available shortly as an eBook that can be read online or downloaded for free.