clouds of illusion
changing slowly as the sky
sculptures of the wind

insubstantial moon
on a canvas of pure blue
the faintest brushwork

try painting rainbows!                        
for a moment it was there              
now just a memory
                           
the stillness profound –
mountains under the blue sky
moving deep within

mountains range
the staggering blue expanse
brocading autumn

weather sensory –
flowers bend along the breeze
the bees follow

butterfly flutters
a tangled path through bamboo
alights on a leaf

the bent old lady
talks to the crows and feeds them
with her wisdom

black cat sitting
in the middle of the road
wonders who I am

travelers of the sky
wisps of beard that drift and flow
letting it all go

bass gleaming green                                                   
pulled from the lake – I with my eye                         
fish the image     

moon hangs in the blue
tobi glides the empty sky
the lake levelling                                                                                        

dragonfly hovers 
at the edge of evening
grey waves glide in

cool evening breeze
the lake rolling siver-grey
pine trees wait for rain

lake a bolt of blue
water hardly audible 
waves barely there

through the pine trees
sunbeams and smoke drifting
a bird takes flight

grey sky, grey water
heron unfurls long grey wings
flaps away lazy

royal messenger –
kingfisher streaks turquoise
across the water

crow tracking me down
through pine tree territory
caws his discontent

this stand of pine trees – 
sentinels of the long shore
waiting for all time

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For previous posts by James Woodham, please see the striking poems and stunning photography here.  Or here. Or here. Or here. For his previous posting, A Single Thread, see here, and for The Wind’s Word click here.