.
Evergreen tree,
Burning red bushels
Of bark, branches open,
Cloud robed against, beyond
The mighty blue mountains,
Sage colour, rages of green,
Teems immortal as the sun,
Where great eagles landing
To nest in the towering
Chapel of a giant body
Adorn, what was always
Regal, everlasting, true,
Spiraling to the citadels
Of the swirling heavens
And even your crown,
A thrusting spire.

Meet me for coffee
At the corner of 29th Avenue
On a sunny summers day
Some time in June
2020

Meet me
Next to the fountain in Trafalgar Square
It will be a frosty
New Year's Eve
2021

Meet me
Just past the junction
Junction 21
Not sure where it's near to
But I need to follow the M4 to get there
I'll be driving a red Morris minor
2pm
2022

Meet me
At the end of my street
You should know where to find me
If you've kept all the above dates that is
It could be raining
Bring a brolly
12 noon
April 2023


Meet me
Come celebrate my birthday
Its cold outside so wear a warm coat
Don't be late
I've missed you like crazy
12 Feb
2024

What am I suppose to do
Search for the future
Or linger in youth
Live life in a painting
Enjoying the view
Of the mountains painted purple
And the sky painted blue

What do you want me to do
Spend a lifetime waiting
For something brand new;
Stay here where my soul rests
Or go back to you
I regret falling asleep and missing the view
If you don't have me
Will I still have you?

1386

Summer—we all have seen—
A few of us—believed—
A few—the more aspiring
Unquestionably loved—

But Summer does not care—
She goes her spacious way
As eligible as the moon
To our Temerity—

The Doom to be adored—
The Affluence conferred—
Unknown as to an Ecstasy
The Embryo endowed—

I put on earrings today
the ones with the bronze suns
I woke to a blue sky
in winter

Lipstick on my lips
for the first time in 6 years
I laughed at my old fool
reflection

Sighs and forlorn stares
had long graced my view glass
now a clean canvas
before me

Most tentative, the first stroke
such a daunting liberty
my pallet still holds
all the colors

Could one forget how
to see in the mind’s eye
the shapeshifting forms
of the spirit