A SINGLE THREAD
James Woodham

a single 

thread
the spider’s 
leaving

light 
travelling 
along it

breeze 
sliding it 
back

a whiteness of wings –
from the shore a heron lifts
away on water

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egret takes to air
wingtips grazing the lake
gliding on shadow

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a piece of the dusk 
breaks off and takes to the air
becoming heron

leaves hardly moving
from the depths of the blue sky
faint trace of birdcall

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tobi circles once
in the sky above my head
leaving empty blue

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dull heat of noon –
in the bushes a bird calls
without conviction

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vanishing into
the dark crevice – lizard’s tail
a startling blue

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air awash with sound 
insistence of cicadas
the tree’s symphony

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crunching of acorns 
underfoot on the mountain’s
shadow-dappled path

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sun low on the hills
plumes of the susuki grass
softly luminous

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nothing but the cold
no wind, no sky visible
a few flakes of snow

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always coming back 
to the platform by the lake
and the sky mountains

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finding myself here 
home again and with a sigh
the train pulls away

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For previous contributions by James Woodham, please see the striking poems and stunning photography here.  Or here. Or here. Or here.