Early summer in the garden. Pictures -puppet – poems

      
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The frog pond 
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translucent wings hover
newts wiggle under waterlilies
nearby bees fills socks with pollen
midges dance in fading light.
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Hive
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Despite honey stocks and bee fondant
wind rain and snow penetrated
the sturdy wooden hive
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Now they lie like tiny cocoons
clustered around their queen
a valiant brood.
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Worm
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On the path
I just avoid
stepping on a
brown worm.
I place him
on rain sodden earth
After all, anyone
can take the wrong direction.
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Marionette
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She’s got the set and the sun
but the story line is vague
and not sure that any self respecting
film maker would make an epic
about the life of an ageing marionette
who missed both fame and fortune
with no one to pull the strings
and filming it all on a mobile?

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