Scrapshot 4

 

clouds have fallen 

into our lake

overnight 

and the steel surface

ripples gently

a bird flies low

tipping its reflection 

and bubbles surface

teasing of treasure 

below

10/10/22

Scrapshot 3

 

the tracery of lines

against the grey clouds

from the winterised trees

echoes the drips of raindrops

from the umbrella 

over my cafe table

as the car tyres

swishing past

create dashing sounds.

everything is

a line sketch today

7/10/22