Couple with time on their hands
A lot is happening
Fashionable ideals
smart television
very much interested in their timetable
That's their story
not their sorrow
or heavenbored

A glisten of silver birch
watch your fortune so
like well wished for rice cakes

The Sunrise, son of Jupiter
wordwise, all over the place
with all the beautiful things you are
Is this the love you have bought?
from bow to stern
you reap what you sow

Rainclouds fall like christening diamonds.
Yet there's no silver lining,
well hedged around this  tempus fugit.
Yesterdays grey hubris
is undone by a fledging bird song.

For my state of mind needs no repairing,
deeply woven, establishing a living,
trying to convince ourselves,
for so many good kinds of reason.

Finance holds the town back
They've closed down the Milan Bar
and Currys moved out
Sing to the skeleton of a town center
carrying the deluged plough unto my ears
the promises of the councilors, prowl
towards helplessness

Beneath dying  birches,
wild children play,
leaves fall through defiant sadness.
Empty mills observed.
Farmers sing and stags enter.
The ambivalent fire by the campsite,
blurred dervishes dance from a black wall.
Scarlet's laughter's a merry-go-round

The chime of the church bell,
the fugit raven flies by,
longer days, we are alive,
were poppies grow taller,
under the midday sun.
bare heads celebrate their happenstance,
where we have trodden on our freckled dreams.

Pale daughters,
don't follow their familial line
or wash behind their ears
laved in white light,
they sport a smile when necessary,
compelled by a accidental mischief
pencils of exclusion,
rendered in the shade
We wouldnt go dancing on an almost air.