Flicker. Fade. Ignite.
Line of sight
As grey goshawk peers
Down at maker's fingers
Plying spoils of earth
Like she toys with prey
Watching
Ruminating creative urge
Gives birth to treasure
Of unmeasured worth
Polished pleasure
First ever seen by
Naked eyes
Akin to mother earth
Fragility of life
In this temporal sphere
Only compounds her worth
A stirring from cavernous
Subterranean layers
Within me release
Seismic activity
Barely touches
The needle
Blossoming upwards
Blissful pockets
Of breath rising
Hinterland well spring
It bursts through
Surface though
No one hears
Air shifts feathers
Goodbye
For now
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 christmas card
For the previous owner
Every year
No return sender
How to tell her
How long ago she passed?
Her gesture arouses
A reminder
How we'd gladly
Hold her hand
In her final hours
To not be alone
Could not speak
Thank you, dear
Such a gesture
Is true love
Now, how to find it
Among the living
Busy, overwhelmed?
Love at peace
No certain future
Content in silence
No eye on wealth
Love with no returns
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
Count the stars of heaven 