where the dog threw up
at the edge of the road
early morning gulls
*
the incoming tide
a ground beetle rotates
on its back
*
through a gap in the hedge
as we flash past
a partridge and her chicks
*
village museum
retired fishermen gaze
at their old nets
*
rain in the campground
a girl hops back to her tent
on one foot
*
the sun comes out
a tiny spider rappels
from the brim of my hat
*
over there by the car park
a band practices songs
from World War I
*
in the still forest
one limb is swaying
boys on a rope swing
*
evening cottage
the whippet’s thin hind leg
glows orange in the sunset
*
listening to an owl
pale magnolia blossoms
as big as our faces