The massif elevation of clouds

The massif elevation of clouds

        at 6 am

        east of the mountains.

        Airy uplands

        of blue-grey slate

        brittle-sharp at the edges

        and behind them the sun

        as all things take and turn-

        bordered by the emboss

        of rose gold.

        And now

        a spider spins a single web

        between

        the stone pillar and the roof

        a thin twist of golden thread-

        catching

        the divine in the commonplace.

These poems are from my new collection IN THE APRICOT DARKNESS (view the cover and contents below in my recent posts). They are now being published individually, daily under 'recent posts' on my blog and will be shortly available as an eBook that can be read online or downloaded for free.