Lorraine Haig

Kristen Lang
 

slatted light
sunset through the windmill’s
broken blades                          
 
old shed – nail holes
powder the sky           
 
canopy
a patchwork of blue
through the leaves
 
cracks in the boathouse
white-gold in the dark
on ruffled waves
 
between tea trees a spider
hangs in a sunlit web
 
moonlight
resting the oak branch
on her shoulders