hot sourdough pancakes
smothered in maple syrup
cat at the window

trapped, struck by lightning
falling up and falling down
frozen and on fire

early afternoon
golden sun through feathered clouds
a cat curled asleep

bright little pearls
sparkling white in an arc
i love your smile

pink coral petals
spreading softly to my touch
the warm scent of musk

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

i chaw a trifle
a quid of desparate thoughts
soon hawked on a page

i love your body
its sweet topography
and sublime measure
i love your colouring
so pleasing to my eyes
and perfect for your form
i love your silken skin
and its electric touch
that always speeds my pulse
i love the way you move
your femininity
a poem to my heart
i love your voice's sound
its rising and falling
no sweeter song exists
i love your sparkling eyes
full of wisdom and fun
so beautiful they are
but most of all my love
i love wondrous you

you are so profound
superior to us all
inside your bubble

poppies in the wind
symbols of those forgotten
and lifetimes stolen

the words that you speak
and how you say them to me
disagree sometimes

the wealth of your life
is in the love that you sow
and gently nurture

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

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

Umbrellas held high
rubber boots splash and splatter
a drowning parade

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

raindrops on spruce leaves
beneath a flourescent sky
midday silhouettes

riding in the rain
through misty lanes and puddles
with friends and laughter

in my life again
saying that you love me
only time will tell

Roses at sunrise
dew covered and succulent
welcoming the sun
warming from its honeyed touch
their nectar's strong scent rising
luring bees and butterflies
to land upon their petals
and taste their rich sweet pollen
in the clear dawn light

i want to go home
to find my innocence
so long forgotten

we shared our stories
every little detail
and i embraced yours
my heart opening to you
but perhaps that frightened you
this intimate exposure
for you ran away and hid
refusing to engage me
and now i see you sliding
back into that dark prison
and the arms of your jailers
from whom you sought your freedom
not so very long ago
our profound and tender love
strangled by your fears

lemon yellow sun
through the cool white morning mist
on the woodland lake
bird song like flowers bursts out
above the mutter of ducks
whiffs of breakfast and coffee
come from the crackling campfire
and I feel one with it all
as the day begins afresh
with dawn's absolution
bright and full of hope

tell the truth
but always remember
to be kind

do you remember
the sweet love and dreams we shared
back when we were one
a sacrament within our hearts
our love was pure and was strong
we held each other in our arms
we laughed and cried till the end
But now you've gone far away
and we are no longer one
it's sad that our love has died
But I regret none of it
the memories of what we had
the little things and the big
they make me smile, laugh and
sing hallelujah

he was researching
the bottom of the barrel
when he fell right in

always give respect
everyone deserves it
listen, be open

Six with uncle ***
On the sooke, drifting, silent
Through green clear waters
His quiet companionship
And respect for me
Still nourishes to this day
He passed long ago
But what he gave me back then
I will treasure forever

tossing and turning
thinking about you again
wishing you were here

swimming slowly
starfish below, stars above
underneath the moon
gliding through still warm waters
my wake spining reflections
across the deep velvet night
as i cross the black lagoon
searching for the shore

clear cloudless morning
salmon pink and yellow skies
wrapped in nighttimes chill
i wait for my morning coffee
poking embers in the fire
chipped enamel *** ontop
from within the wood a song
clear and bright and strident sung
a robin greeting the day
brightens my expectations
pushes away the cobwebs
as the whiskey jacks arrive
wondering what's for breakfast
trout and eggs today my friends
take what you can steal

the first sign of spring
an orange-red breasted thrush
a sweet feathered friend
with a borrowed english name
our american robin
with the binomial tag
of turdus migratorius
which means migratory thrush
but to most english speakers
it sounds like something else
something to be avoided
or picked up off of our lawns
not this cheerful bird