The last day of another home holiday

Barry Tebb

I sat on a low stone wall
Watching the blue blood of the azaleas
Spatter on Haworth’s cobbles.

A seamless transparency of rain
Lowering over the turning trees
My thoughts drifting to Claudel’s
‘Five Great Odes’, to the stone marker
To the swathes of heather.
I stood on the moor top
Where the tracks cross
The fellside green
The fellside ochre,
Shifting reflections
Of Cezanne’s last winter.

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Source. About the poet. Photo: BrotherMagneto (flickr)