Simon Leake writes

A Leaky Tap

I dial up my blood

and listen to it sing

the jay seeks

from branch to tree

blackbirds dance

mate in blossom

I date all my jottings

but to what significance?

how warm a simple

blanket can be

and this one given

in compassion also

I still find it priceless

when the seagull undercuts

the Learjet’s contrail beauty

with its own economy

of flight

 

 Llandudno Air Show -- Jade Coxon