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An etheree for Colleen’s weekly challenge. This woodpecker is part of our evening ritual, watching out for her/him to come back to the dead tree to roost, the hare to come up from the stream bank to browse, and the blackbird to roost in the lime tree outside the window.

woodpecker moon

In the hollow tree a bird, an old nest

with memories draws her back before

the sun sets. The comforting dark

echoes with cries of fledglings,

flown when summer still filled

the air feather-soft,

warm as a bird

mother’s breast.

She calls­—


Autumn foliage

A gogyohka for Frank Tassone’s weekly challenge. This week is red autumn foliage. The leaves don’t turn here with a spectacular display as they do in some parts of the world. It’s been a hard summer for the trees and many of them were showing signs of stress before the end of August. Lots of yellowing, and the grass is still dry and brown. The ash trees look miserable and the poplars are shedding big golden leaves like the wealthy tossing alms to beggars, but the rest are hanging on, still green.



summer dried and shrivelled

tree hearts ached

and autumn rains run dry from mean clouds

leaves cling fading green

dreaming of red gold fire

#photopromptpoetry: S.O.S.

I had the honour to be chosen poet of the week for Colleen Chesebro’s photo prompt last month. The prize was to be able to choose this month’s image. This one is by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay


Trees link

ocean sky and

blue water, branching wide,

rooting deep where bird-fish skim-swim


or rootwards delve. Leaves wave, kelp-green

flags, pleading. Can you see

their reflections