How sweet and sour
Watching the time
Flit by
Strange how one person
Can make you
Laugh and cry
By doing nothing
I take off my
Pink hue lenses
Sheets of rain
Plummet to earth
Flooded
Shall I keep them on
For everyone's sake?
Rhythm with you
Is life
But sunnier
Than we know it
Whispers sent
Along with
Daily messages
Silence
Synaesthesia
Reveals to me
Grey and white
Like the sky today
An endless parade
Of solitary quiet
Twisting up to view
The sky
If I remain
Survive
A star decides to move
Out from behind
The shadow of a planet
For its name
To be known
Gazed upon all round
The world
Forever
Two loves worn
Handsomely like
Two coats
One hung for months
Until something special
Then adorn its lapel
Under my chin
Hugging my limbs
To all the best places
The other extraordinary colour
Well worn seams
Faithful in all seasons
Repairing its occasional
Pill and tatter
Strangers wide-eyed at
The style of the latter
How I long for daily
Great coat
A love that keeps warm
Whatever the matter
Mountain river
Rains cascading
Over cliff
Whitewater
Moments waiting
Smiles emanating
Over time
Together
Fingers like spindles
Weaving morning webs
Bejewelled with dew drops
Round heavenly scent
Sight show stopping
Colour shot eye
Strange ancient landscape
Evokes belated sigh
As burdens unleash
Quicken bated breath
Watch slow blooming
Patience to test
Reluctant to shine
Unsure of herself
Summer returning
Along the tarn shelf
Scars of wind whipped
Winters now sealed
Carvings of glacial
Era revealed
Peeping past curtains
Mist fringed birdsong
Cabins sleeping in
Until nights grow long
Longing for rare
Shot of red on horizon
Summer mosaic elated
Coat of bloom surprising
A love like this
Need not speak a word
Offer a gift
Touch a hurt
For endless riches
Are stored away safe
From prying eyes
Whispered days
Collected conversation
Over endless afternoons
That live in a landscape
Of memories with you
If only the rain
Knew how deeply
The desert missed
Her touch
Decades drought
Then suddenly
A syncopated beat
Falls into her
She cannot breathe
Gasps, absorbs
Breaks open
New ground
Swallow pureness
Life abounds
New shoots
Emanating
Stretching fingers
Aboveground
Creating homes
For vagrant
Winged wanderers
Taking refuge
All from clouds
Silent smiles nodding
As greenspace wanderers
Take up residence
Sunny retreat
From all
That hems us in
Four walls
Blank stares
Hallowed faces
Return to earth
Where shelter of leaves
Generously offered
Warm sunny smiles
Absorbed to heal
As if never cold
Storms never darkened
Her warmth entrances
Black cockatoos a more reliable
Predictor of the weather
Heading east escaping vapour
Mountain hidden since dawn break
Abandon all attempts to exercise
Freedom to illustrate
Sparse drawing began
Brink of adolescence, identity elation
I leave the trailing line
Hanging poised quill laden
Ink heavy ready to spill
In favour of waiting
Forever a poem for you
A penned story always binding
Thoughts you can come home to
Though words need never rhyme
Meticulously trawling
Through archives
Of missed opportunity
Calling old numbers
On worn business cards
Are you still there?
Season of rearing
Likened to summers
Where grey skies
Isolate us from
Bronzed bodied beach
Work play enmeshed
Two trophies stand
Proudly against my chest
Giving out endlessly
To everyone depleted
Scars like war wounds
Though burden borne
Respond to moonlight
Swooning despite
Just a sliver
In the morning
Travelling across time
Space and memory
To wherever you
Happen to be
Field of flowers walking
Permission to unleash
All turbulent thought
Washing over trail
Of many footprints
Behind you
Count the stars of heaven 