Surrounding me
at table
While they make
a cup of tea
Feet dance down
The valley
To observe swell
Of spring
Pause and ponder
Habitat
Wonder gaping
Tiny things
Glorious enormity
Companion
On the wind
On the wind
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Living treasures
We say farewell
With a gift
Not many receive
A living thing
To tend and care
Responsibility
To remember lives
We cannot share
The special two
The special two
Who walk idly
Along the beach
In their imagination
Smiling at passersby
Holding hands
Greeting fellow
Furry four-leg friends
A woman's worth
Measured in beats
Of our hearts
Glad to be alive
She spies her love
Like a sweet secret
A jar of pear drops
Hidden entreat
Seeking waterfalls
Watching them spill
Away to sea
Feelings cascade
Endlessly
Crimson kiss
Would I be amiss
To ask you
As the rain
Washes through
Opening again
Until the summer
Scorches us
We hide away
Missing crimson
Pea flower
At Christmas
A woman’s worth
As hours expire
Gazing window view
Love of labour retire
Labour of love renew
Little surprises find
As a couple appeal
Acknowledge fine hands
That made our meal
Return home to kiss
Heads upward bent
Work to prepare
A meal among friends
A satisfied look
Falls on tired faces
Giving love and life
Into all open spaces
Take me away
Three short blasts Slowly sliding astern All lines in Port 20 Set speed 20 knots Midships Set course 170 Smooth sailing Fall out from leaving harbour Sun and breeze leads the way Out the river mouth Heading South Taking stowaways?
In the here and now
Waiting for no one
Lost and not found
The wisest counsellor
Equal to pounds
Extravagant expense
Unending relief
Bringing to pass
A robber, a thief
While quietly ticking
It takes us all
But a moment to say
As a sand grain falls
Naught to control
A gift freely given
A constant of change
The fourth dimension
The one who mistook
Their wife for a hat
A child for a cat
A lover for a bat
A friend for a mat
Sensibilities
Surrounded by
Seratonin
Someday fades
Why not instead
See streets of gold
Homes of gingerbread
Chocolate rivers
Smooth sailing comes
When you find your crew
Will you take me
As I am?
*The Man who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, a book by Oliver Sacks.
Norwegian Wood
Falling stars amaze Tumbling Out of control Time travel Hurtling through the sky Elements ablaze Random chance To ignite Secluded forest Soft landing Who knows From whence it came?
While my guitar gently weeps
Bar chords
Black vans
On the wall
Mind haze
Heady brew
Dreaming rewind
Red room
None of her kind
Four pictures
Rotated daily
Every living thing
Holds her power
Over me
Count the stars of heaven 