Amidst a flurry of Perfect green leaves Hangs one rogue Curling back on itself Like a tongue As though seeking to savour The flavour of green. This leaf does not worry About what the other leaves will think, Does not pause to consider If it is the odd one out, It simply reaches back Stretches […]
Meandering poetry
The Snail
Sitting in my garden I watch the indefatigable snail As it inches its way Along the fence, Its feelers straining forward Touching the surface With the softest kiss And now another And another. It reaches for the next panel, Its body absorbed in the effort, The sunlight glinting off its shell And the silvery trail […]