The least promising runs,
like years, map insight onto sight –
near half-way: elderflower!
Behind puffy skies
a partial eclipse is clipped still more.
over car park, a red kite’s
dance delays the pint!
Snail moves at snail’s pace,
crossing the lawn’s palm with silver.
Cycling the road bridge walkway,
leaning into a Westerly wind,
wobbling like a tipsy teenager.
A yellow ball blows along the Kingsway,
has the slow lane to itself.
Pupil with a cough
is friend to every Euro fan:
pinged home for a week.
Two doos coo at 4 a.m.;
not changing their tune for June.
Grey on the Tay, ruched taffeta;
small yachts skim the waves,
sails unfurled, riding the wind.
Two deer hidden in barley;
only ears above ears.
Under Balgay Hill’s
green canopy, birdsongs swell –
fuguing, dense and lush.
Magpies are early risers –
oh for a later dawn!
An iris opens,
chrysographes, black fall
with a golden script.
Sound of broom pods exploding
then oxalis seeds in a round of applause.
On esplanade, pause –
bacon rolls, aircraft fuel, seaweed –
where all scents mingle.
Clark’s pushing for a Michelin star:
I double down on peh and doughnut.
Licked finger held high
to tell the wind direction:
every side is cold today.
Terns calling in the blank sky
like bickering tin whistles.
Tail end of the month,
flat headed elder and wild
roses dog the hedgerows.
July steps lightly into June’s shoes,
mindful of the earth’s tilting.
Kate Armstrong, WN Herbert, Andy Jackson, Gail Low, Beth McDonough, Peter Marshall, Loretta Mulholland, Rhoda Neville, Ann Prescott, Lydia Robb, Nikki Robson, Harry Smart