Treasure

Posted on March 30, 2022 by aperture

In the harvest moon
Gathering in treasure
From earth’s bed
Storing up long winter

Sometimes applied
To endearing friends
Just as the chill
Sits heavy on mountain

Ringed peak
Like dormant volcano
Absorbing peach sunrise
As ancient desert rock

Sky tinged with frost
Reminiscent golden
Long summer days
Glinting in eye

Love’s storehouse
Slips through fingers
Like shiny coins
Offered to buy freedoms

In a time of plenty
Store and save
Simple pleasures
For long dark days

A treasure is she
Whose girth rings
Pale in comparison
Wise watching over me

Love like

Posted on March 30, 2022 by aperture

An aviary
A warm unassuming place
Resting among
Like feathered friends
An open door
To the sky
Admired for a whole array
Of vibrant colours
Soft embrace
Hiding under
Ruffled feathers
Smoothed by momentary
Saving grace
Housekeeping covers over
Communal mess forgave
Late night banter
Turns hiding eyes
Into morning wonder
Respite from furred
Predators
Early warnings
Chorus of song
Greets early risers
Refrain unending
Oft recited
Many lifetimes
Lived long

Cottage kind

Posted on March 25, 2022 by aperture

Kindness never hurt
Anybody
Gently restoring
Original appeal
Is blood, sweat, tears
Only to keep her
For so many years
The one who loved her
So dearly whispers
Please never fall
In love again

Boarding party

Posted on March 25, 2022 by aperture

The art of detecting
Always on the lookout
For one who gives freely
Permission to pop in
Seems to know intuitively
A weekend is free
Calls on lonely lunch break
Just to squeeze it in
Conversation starter
Halts but never really ends
Rescues end of week
With a glass of best red
If followed by few more
There’s always a spare bed
No matter how many
Months between
We pick up where we left
Though many held and cherished
Know love is a true friend

I would rather

Posted on March 25, 2022 by aperture

Be poor and in love
Living on tea and vegies

Hear love sing out loud
Than make up songs about it

Live in a yurt fancy free
Than find a home without you

Stay, wait and wonder
Than solo sail world round

See your face again
Than know everything about you

Close my eyes and count to ten
Than hide in the dark to be found

To learn of love

Posted on March 22, 2022 by aperture

Vast eye in the sky
Long lashes in clouds
Tells me all I learned
From love

How to sing
Sonnets day long
While silent

Gently playing
Vinyl rotating
Turn a trite saying
Into midnight devotion

How to be singular
In constant conversation
With absent lover

Find common ground
With old objects
Of affection

A face blushed
Shining for another
Telling what one
Is capable of

Existing in skin
No trading it in
A lifetime lived
In imagination

To wake with dawn
Cradle in arms
A babe of newborn
Intention

Spirit of content
Breathes within
While flotsam
Swirl, slip downstream

Whispers and gossip
Trade ways to leave
Such thoughts here
Are homeless

There body aches
No explanation
Tall tales begging
To leave again

Love well taught
Who saddles
Dark mountain

Endless Summers

Posted on March 20, 2022 by aperture

Multiple intelligence

Tells me she's leading
Highways and byways
Rivulets and streams
By foot or wheels
In sideways sleet
Drifting drizzle
Glistening on hair

All my days I'd travel
Endless concentric circles
Just to rest upon
The place where
We meet next time
Only by fate

For to say these
Endless words to ears
Would mean what
Southern Summer days
Do carelessly
We wake up 
Suddenly to
Poignant
Silent
Goodbyes

More beautiful
For being rare
And unaware
How deeply missed
Long to travel
Over hemisphere
To find her again

Unknown

Posted on March 19, 2022 by aperture

Telling you everything
Like blowing in the wind
A sprouting dandelion
Knowing it will never
Return to me, then
Turning around
Seeing them
Growing all around me
Tales told and loves
Unfolding from
Somewhere else
Unknown

Down

Posted on March 17, 2022 by aperture

Teasing a whisper trail
Covering over a lifetime
He said, she said
Cellists make good lovers
As she hugs her legs
Round the portly shape
Smooth timbre of hips
Vibrating sullenly
As boozy fingers
Re-member how to be
When eyes hone in
Expectantly
These beams come down 
Onto me from the sky
A place I can never climb
So I evacuate from
The bottom rung
Sink my toes into
Mounds of moss
Lichen it grows
On me like you
Hidden shape teases
Behind a silk wave
Hiding her face
When I try to take
Her picture

Space junk

Posted on March 16, 2022 by aperture

All that glitters
Is not gold
In zero gravity
Feel free and easy
But unavoidable
Collisions with
Floating debris
Leave me speechless
On the far 
Distant galaxy
My star lights the way
She is bright and sparkly
Unnamed oft spoken 
Constant in the sky
Can we consume
Drifting asteroids
Wandering satellites
That hinder us?
We are but dust
If I shine
We collide
Will we repel
Explode
Create a new world?
Or at least
Glow brighter
Unto ourselves
While dark stillness
Between us
Illuminates
Stories untold