Count the stars of heaven

Our stories are more than the sand on the shore

Naming day

Posted on January 8, 2022 by aperture

All along swollen banks
Branches laden with seeds
Heavy from drenching
Rain flooding under feet

An intricate beauty
Calls you to attention
Saying, 'look at me!'
Brushing away dark grey

Standing on her shoulders
Not knowing what to call
Each delight before me
Like a mother she whispers
Call it love

A pink garden variety
Lands on my bedside
Table, couch beside
Picked by hands called love

Machines flooding
House of high tide afloat
Evidence of daily life
To keep warm bodies

Queues of words
Responded in kind
Bring down softly
Tears for fears

Pictures fill the mind
From near, afar, not yet
Teaching me to just be
Naming the days

Abandoning that which
Does not nurture
Grow or teach me
Feed will to love daily 
For us

Fair maiden

Posted on January 6, 2022 by aperture

How your hair moves
Gently in the breeze
Put mind at ease
Surround with green

Reminding me 
Special treasures
Await when we leave
Path well travelled

Ends curling upwards
Humidity, too fine 
To be trampled
Beneath our feet

Divine ordinary

Posted on January 6, 2022 by aperture

Finished work at 5pm. Went for walk in the rain. Resting on my warm couch waiting. For kitchen to be cleaned so I can dirty it again.

So long

Posted on January 6, 2022 by aperture

…and thanks for all the fish
Douglas Adams

The magic hour

Posted on January 5, 2022 by aperture

Welcome stranger

Posted on January 1, 2022 by aperture

Ready for lift-off

Posted on January 1, 2022 by aperture

Passing fancy

Posted on January 1, 2022 by aperture

Invisible delights remain
As the stardust fades
Revelry abates soft sounds
Of sleeping in till late

Thunderous applause 
Momentary universe
In all colours
Of the night

Fade until next time
Old endings turn to
New beginnings
With you

Eve

Posted on December 31, 2021 by aperture

Won't you meet me
On New Year's Eve
At Nine O'Clock
At the compass rose

Tell me things
About your past
Lead me to wherever
You're going

Take us away
From place of Princes
Down the green
To the waters edge

Where sun and moon
Both kiss the water
As they rise
To greet you

Satellite of love

Posted on December 27, 2021 by aperture

Gold-plated crafted
By the finest dreams 
Of our generation
A mission of a lifetime
A decade, years unknown 
When completed
Could it become
Another star in the sky
Revolving around the sun?
Discovering new things
About worlds beyond
A job that is never done
Twisting and turning
Ignoring nature's revolution
A revelation in the eyes
Of one