Sunlight dapples in
between trees.

Images of brightest
green, pale lemon.

Gaily illuminating
your face, your laugh.

Intensity buzzes
in our shared desire.

As bees humming
around a delicate garden.

True North
to the heat of your eyes.

Sun starts gradually
setting into the West

One enquiry left
on an ever darkening stage.

Who be, if not
two bees, to dance by stars?

Hot air balloons,
brightly float past,
light intersects.

Cafe, olive green,
old rounded chairs,
flimsy tables.

On an antique maroon
espresso machine,
a wizened lady.

Slight, bent,
hair coloured light brown
against grey.

Wearing black,
Greek mourning dress.

Only shop open,
muffins fresh.

Coffee rich,
delicate.

An institution,
may poets never
be exiled.

Days beginning,
most important.
Plato's forum.

Races at greyhound speed
across the manicured
lime grass of the park.

Pigtails twirling
in the breeze behind.

Red Wellington
boots at the ready
as she reaches the tree.

Her eyes smiling
at the rustle of leaves
from Crimson, through
yellow and brown.

She gathers a pile
and throws them to
the breeze.

The sun falling on
the rainbow colours,
her pink cheeks.

A lilting wind captures
her high pitched shrieks.

In garden, rustles
the signature of thieves.
A yellow butterfly,
drifts as shadows ease.

Suddenly, tumult
winds encircling seize.
Shaken trees flail,
hustling now seethes.

Youngest dances
feet spraying leaves.
Say time to stop,
lip curls by degrees.

Gusts see us all
inside past eaves.
As SouWesterly,
my yard heaves.

How do you hint one needs help?
When you realise there is wrong

Where do you aim when seeking?
As there is injury within already.

Where to start as mood draining?
Know will darken scene further.

But others meant to be assisting.
When does a fixer help oneself?

Observe beach
high tide
some distant storm.

Waves swirling rage foam
as scouring the beach
moving loose earth
depositing sand
detritus, **** and shells.

Whittling away the shore
over time exposing
weaker bones of
limestone and
cavities of once solid rock

Water cleanses, removes
the dead and feeble
swept, wider out
predators wait
and feast on the carrion

Same waves tease
but yet
to take me away.

I watch as sun reaches
day yet to appear.
Fresh rays searching
perservere
in vista this stillness.

I listen to still few birds
warble in throng.
Voices anew trailing
birdsong
lightly dusts the leaves.

As I observe a light vivid
In jewels afire.
A stars throng glinting
conspires
across greenest boughs.

I taste the greenery in
freshly cut lawn.
Life afire is stirring
morn
soon new day will wake.