Raise awareness.
Thwart the detritus,
in this mindset
begin to honour resonance.
Failing to hear your inner esprit
there never be forgiveness,
the transformation to Spring
a new direction twice recurring.

Have you heard the sound of sympathy?
some usher it as an sincere adage.
Others will mention the Fieldfare
and scribe Snow into that forgotten scenery.

An instance is also running,
the prisms of Glass
are in a better, knowledgable state.
Searching for principles,
by gasping at the sarcasm.

Burgeon lane saw me blunder
many peers followed.
Augers and gestures
worked the words  uttered,
some say it grow fine
but their practices always
were the more  provident  .

Jennifer this is as vexing as a  recurring
sea  cucumber dream.
Yes we all need our leathery  coats.
But  I am no better off  knowing
the  difference between spellbound and sirens.
Does  it  begin with abracadabra
and end with incandescent rage?

A shunting echo
a movement of clanking metal,
hurrying
across the rainy track .
I knew it well,
perchance to sleep.

Mrs Atkinson you have touched my refrain
I have sought to exalt your memory
and recall the passion,
only occasionally  have I  been stirred
by a resemblance of your quite sitting,
but as I have come this far
I feel a peak of perfection
that none could quite compare.