Watching with bird pride
Working the cliff-side
Looking for noon fare,
Freezing in mid-air
Hovering, sharp-eyed
Swooping, he nose-dived
Spreading a wide wing
Sweeping, his claws cling
Avoiding a sharp beak
Emitting a high squeak
Running, a small shrew
Avoiding the next cue
Missing , the bird soared
Pulsating, his eyes bored
Trailing the same line
Waiting for next time.
Predatory Kestral
Doing his best.

If thou be the spear that pierces my soul
Never will ****** seem so sweet.
The softest of places thou wouldst control
If thou enter, and never retreat.

Open the flood-gates to this waiting heart
The bolts to thy power will yield.
Love for thee oils them and no rust will part
Or bar thy way if thou makest a  start.

Enter thy sword in this scabbard of mine.
Mine armour bides ready for thee.
Reside in this haven, love as divine
Thou wilt find with no other than me.

Sojourn within this palace my lord, white
Sheets of satin deck this my bed.
Thy lady awaits, so enter tonight.
For by the sweet morrow we shall be wed.

Facing It.

Lonely black places engulfing the mind
in caverns of glistening fear.
Phantoms arising from pleasanter times
tauntingly whisper his name in my ear.

Afraid of seeing that smile in my dreams
willingly I lie awake.
Facing relentless ticking of clock keeps
me clocking minutes for sanity's sake.

Ducking below lonely duvet once more,
with broken resolve it is plain.
Sobs fill the space of what life has in store
which will undeniably not be the same.

Words sit in succession inside my head,
spelling clearly the fact he is gone.
But half-empty cupboards untidily left
beg me soon to dry tears and move on.

Awesome is storm.
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Thick and heavy this afternoon air
projects an
impending doom everywhere.
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Frightening is lightning.
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Leaving a film on withering green
it alters
opalesque dew pooled in each leaf.
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Numbing is thunder.
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Wide but blueless the skyscape here
windlessly waits
as large pregnant clouds reappear.
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Then... a
Fear awakes.
World is a-shake.
Mournful is birdcall.
Sudden thunder, decibel-loud
Rumbles, drowns
Voices of scurrying crowd.
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Now I see
A large tree shaking prior to
The strike,
Speed-forked
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Ice-hea­t
Lightning
Slashes at
Old spalted
Oak-core.
Strips its
Thick bark,
Groaning
Tree heaves,
Blasted side
Sighs and it
Splits as it
Rips, flying
Leaves slide
Into a heated
Inferno to live
No more, I hear
It in falling to die
Let out a desperate cry.
Awesome is white forked lightning.
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Fill my dull frame with stronger light.
Take thou
from me this darkest shroud
And re-ignite our flame.

Such blighted spirit can  but  disallow
our happiness,
thus this day I pray thee,
do thou
plainly comfort me.

I needest thou,
and with  gentle lifting of  heart's pain,
mine own
dark mood will surely quick relent,
then perchance
shall we lie peacefully again.

Come then, fill thou me
with gallantry and  heaven-sent
romantic words,
without delay I prithee Sire,
court me now
in thine own enthralling way.

Time
like a river flows it's way
end-wards.
Months
hang suspended like clothes
on a line.
Days
close tight together hazily
blending.
Smiles
without happenings lag far
behind.

Holed
with an emptiness moments
revert.
Memory
without laughter cools to a
gel.
Hollowness
will flow to a standstill from
thirst.
Waiting
and missing are words I know
well.

Finding some way to lighten is
what I must do.
Unaccountably heavy is time
without you.

June's furious face
has loosened slow hedgerow's pace
to a racing growth.

Moors dance non-stop
in June's ferny-curled blanket atop
heather's firm hold.

Old granite walls meant
to dagger through June's fervent
****** cannot resist.

Lines of division melt
in June's dashing intention
to cover all signs.

Let man or land stand
and June's hectic battering rams
will recognize neither.

For nature's law throws
human owner-ship overboard
as June's storm bursts.

Nothing can match June's
thirst for first place as the Queen
of Burgeoning.

Focusing More.

Like a flashlight slicing through fog
a state of surrender
slashes most separation logistics
and reconnects.

Life situations can be unassailable
within non-resistance
which heals as it mends frailty
and opens perception.

Nature teaches how to unfold one
small change at a time
by actively focusing more on
momentary present.

Look at frail petals waving boldly
despite ice or heat
opposing bud-burst in stony
bed of unkind inclemence.

Dissatisfaction will begin to die
knowing with patience
at base that relationships find
a taste for contentment.

Summer strides the evening walkway.
Lights hide seaside's dark delight.
Reconnoitering lovers survey
Secret places out of sight.

Sandy pleasures want no daylight.
Heady times those harbour nights.

Tribute to a much missed poet-friend.

Like a shuttle in lace-makers' fingers
the thread has flown, the bubble burst.
Time ended when sand that had lingered
trickled too fast as the hourglass upturned.

Like a ripple moving its last on the lake
the song is sung, the swan is now gone.
Ink dried when he became past, forsaken
the blurring verses as sight was near done.        

Like a battle begun by stalwart hands
the race has been run, the passion is cold.
Hearts wept as courage made its last stand
and the finalé of Lost-in-France became told.

His Star.

I chased this evening
evening's fade in sunset clouds,
silver tin-foiled filigree
tied to grey-as-granite mountains.

Tinted skirts of hazy
daytime's late farewell lit night's
ballooning moon parade
displayed as fire on quiet shoreline.

Invasive scarlet-swathe
hued day's best forgotten noon
when darker stronghold's rain
rolled dust-cascades forming gloom.

Drifted with waning sky's
azure came memory's beams,
pain-shot their spotlighting
shadows still haunting my dreams.

Yet I chased tonight
night's demons away by love's
recall when I saw brighter
his star winking at me from above.

Magic was in the wind today
for from its drone on my windowpane,
I caught a call,
I knew the tone
and thought I heard your voice again.

Murmurs were in the wind's low moan
for in its whisper toward my pillow,
I heard you talk,
I felt you near
and I lost the dread of being alone.

Mystic the tune in today's brisk wind
for by its song my grief rescinded,
I knew the lilt,
I had you here
and what I heard my heart believed.

Inviting.

The thin blue flame in my night-burnt fire
grows dim as dawn unquiets
another day's numberless happenings,
culls light from dark and carries
life forward while I, in sated mood, watch
first ***** in sparrowed pools lost
on those still bedded and fastened to sleep,
hear Spring-born lambs' early bleat,
smell warming grass dewed with new morning
and catch first breeze stirring shored
boats as sand twirls grasses in shivering dunes.
Unlatched my window wafts lures
to ****** some moments of closer approach
as closeted dawn opens
eyes and secretes rising smoke on sun's thaw
inviting a barefoot cavort
to wild-life's awesome nature, all on my own.