Fingers curl
Firm and fine
Tender and strong
Curiously hide
Brushing away
Wounds of yesterday
Laughing reciting
Memories opening
Adventures in love
Happening upon
Fragrant finds
Drinking in senses
Rarities afew
Treasures abound
Waiting minute more
With you
Life clings to cracks
Liminal spaces
Hiding places
Reality abounds
On the edges
Beauty is born
Of age
Mirth is found
In the calm
After the storm
A fresh gust of reality
Bites hard against
The skin
Sea spray sand blasts
Smooth stones against
The rocks
Shells hollow and warm
Release life amidst
The storm
Taken by wind or strike
Lofty feathers fly in
The heat
Still ruffled by strife
Tending precious ones
The heart
Decades dedicated two
So few remained
The start
Every time is new again
With you
Deeper still calling
Come in
The way is unknown
Tides swell and recede
With the mood
Horizon is hidden
Come away
How far does it go?
Bid well the shallows
Into the blue
With you
Streets of my town
Taken to wits end
Edge of the precipice
Dark history amend
Not long since
A new breeze swept
Through winding lanes
Rows of vines well kept
As if breathed new air
Kept pace petite feet
Leading me down
Swans and starlings greet
Once again sandstone town
Sits longingly by river seat
Stands tall and proud
Once again, my retreat
Of all the finest examples
Giving light and life
With each seeming to have
Its own personality and mood
The finest outline
Is drawn from that feeling
Of wonderment
The fall of the brush
Speaking more in silence
Than a thousand words spoken
With love
Bravery only comes
If you let it be
With love
Springing into life again
Just in time for equinox
Monarch adapted so wonderfully
So can I
Make friends with love
From the sun and moon
Wind and snow
Sunset afternoons
Her gaze will always come again
Through my mirror
Onto my pillow
To wake me warmly
And say
You are loved
Admiring beauty
From afar
These empty vessels
Won't hold warmth
Nor bear handling
Forgive accidental
Fall from grace
Tiniest touch
Out of place
All seeing
Though clearly
Conversations
Simmer gently
Hands clasped
In dainty laps
Licking jelly slice
From fingers
Longing gentrified
Special ones
Reserved for whom?
Count the stars of heaven 