fences white with frost
blue sky, yellow sun, cold day
snow geese are leaving
.

caste down and broken
no longer able to rise
watching as life flows
around you and to the dawn
while you linger at sunset
praying for the endless night
so long overdue

Her tears like petals
softly falling to the ground
loves' blossom dying

waltzing a scythe
through a field of golden grass
crows walk close behind

the rain is pouring
crowds of people are running
for the last train home

nothing is perfect
and we are lucky for that
because otherwise
we would not exist at all
so remember that this life
is a gift and a challenge
every last one of us
is a pilgrim in this world
and it is important that
we listen to our fellows
respecting their opinions
and showing them that we do
acting with true compassion
ready to cooperate
always demanding the same
making our own decisions
looking below the surface
to seek out all the details
and how they fit together
with an unpejudiced eye
and then we will be worthy
of being called civilized
and intelligent

Silver shafts of light
Pierce the tall and ancient grove
picking out colors
Rich greens, russets, silver greys
An elk struts through, rack held high

Pure gobbledygook
Joe public bedazzling
Politician grade
The best that money can buy
Becomes void post election

Orange candlelight
A silhouette flickering
Hesitant, unsure
Where will your feet find purchase
On a night so black
With no moonlight to guide you
On the pathway to her heart

watching, witnessing
life is full of simple truths
that fill me with awe

prairie dogs scatter
high above the golden field
a hawk soars alone

my love will endure
tho time has withered and died
i shall be with you
and you will feel me calling
come away with me my love
beyond the deep dark endless
and its wild spiraling stars
come into my love's embrace
look into my shining eyes
and i will look into yours
now and forever

hello bluebottle
sitting atop my canvas
shifting all around
what do your two red eyes spy
can you see me staring back
and what are you waiting for
all alone high above me
fidgeting and impatient
but of course you are quite right
to be so very careful
for that is a newspaper
rolled up in my hand

stormy windy day
my windows full of rain drops
my heart full of you

young man in wheelchair
lets the air out his tires
then begs for money

molasses thoughts
drifting down within me
eyes stuttering

harebells and tulips
verge the blackberry brambles
two lop ears within

you fill me with lust
for your body and your soul
you are what i need

death is so sweet
that sooner or later your
your teeth fall out

They sat beside a steep black hole
Perched high upon the event horizon
It chilled them to their very soul
That they might fall with no hope of risen

thin gray horizon
dull, dark, oozing riverside
a heron takes to wing

fast running brook
trout sparkle underneath
light blue ripples

The cold night air chased
Holidayers from the beach
And the tide swelled in
Washing the sand clean again
Smelt fishermen set their nets
Hunting tiny silver fish
Under a star speckled sky
And I was happy

water boatmen
skim bright coloured reflections
as the sun sinks

bonfire after dark
clouds of orange sparks burst up
silhouettes tending

your love was so deep
that it flowed under my walls
undercutting them
and causing them to collapse
it's no wonder that i love
fascinating you

Beginnings and ends
Some overlapped, some butting
Others just dangling

flashes in our minds
contrasting puzzles that birth
countless brevity

blooming after dark
the jasmine's sweet warm scent
fills me with yearning

above coral lips
venetian blue sadness
your luminous eyes

It is raining out
And my universe is grey
Beneath these dark clouds
Cars hiss by on the pavement
Pedestrians hurry past
But I just stand here and gaze
Lost in my own enigma
Wondering when light will be
Again in my heart

so many people
ignore the plight of others
till they are in need

a single red rose
bleeding petals in the wind
crimson tears in flight

dark green pine trees
dew drops strung on spiderwebs
pale yellow sunrise

Oh you fanatics
Slaying in the name of god
Your vicious mayhem
Will never pass for holy
Think, who really is your lord?

grey clouds crowding in
the desultory rain drifts
pigeons mob for crusts
strutting on pink feet they search
the unforgiving asphalt
of the glass, concrete canyon
stalked by umbrellas

Yellow daffodils
Shaking and nodding their heads
Small dog with leg cocked