Peter adorns the lounge
his slim frame belies his size
orange filters through his black slique coat
but be on your guard
in a lapse of time
his teeth will sink into your hand
no guard dog but a temperamental soul instead

A country alleyway  for Jennifer
growing buds for spring
and sights of field mice

Enshrined in her smile
dwells an obedient soul
An expected turn
affable and confirmed
surrendering
her mysteries

Their dulcet tones
feeding them by the runcible spoon
Is there a calamity in their velocity
Their earthly maneuvers
makes us a vision of beauty
Glances that make a betrothal
yet there's no omission
Just an absorbency of perfection
serving the spirit

A sackful of ash
and a burning question
I talked to the child within
Fecund blue lights aglow
answered me

I heard the regale in the grass
that danced in the wind
Hiding behind lies
I laughed at the child
feeling misled
I was a stranger in his eyes

I used to sit until I ached
he said too he would take his time
And it's only by being a daisy
that you can leave the dance floor
Combing the sleep from your  hair

The Lovers are elated
yet you sell yourself so short
You look at him longingly
and never cross the line
as wide as the circumference
of the pond
on a Sunday afternoon

The garden shows its awkward face
cultivated by the gardeners hand
the beauty of the happy life
whose soil is upturned
Buddleia stumps strongly strung by survival
Alacanta loitering the floorspace
picked by fork
once sturdy Lavatera cut to the base
to begin the December cycle anew

Miss Daffodil
cries all alone
the quest of youth gone
robbing me of what was mine
Forcing a smile
never a good word
makes life comfortable

So take your blinkered passion
with blushed eyes
and see your battered words
breezing in your light