In black and white
the lesser redpole
delicately made by a countryman
(thomas Bewick)

river of tears

once unleashed
they swell into a stream
a river
an ocean

gateway

shapes, shadows
a gateway to imagination

glimmers of light

clouds, solid grey today
mask the light
like my heart

feathers

feathers and stones
shells and twigs
mementos of wandering
absorption

my own river of stones

purpose

Industrious bees going about their sweet business