It was wind and wild - sunset on the California coast
we watched the birds seemingly fly backwards
seagulls and brown pelicans
the wind bit my cheeks quite red
barefoot, we sank in the cooling sands
watching the final flash of glassy sun
firewater reflecting on the darkened lands
the sky swallowed the sailing light away
with the half moon askew above the bay.

I've had a life like the fan of two moth wings
their patterns my joys and sorrows
the one side my youth
the other my old age
each with its facets of subtle tints and shades
rich in its simple manner
soft at one end
fringed at the other  

oh thank you dear moths
that have brushed me during my lifetime  
it is you who enriched it
you who gave it nuances of colour
you who remain dear in my heart forever
as long as I have consciousness

and when I die
it is you I shall think of
and take to my grave with
not sadness
but full of happiness

Margaret Ann Waddicor 10th May 2016

Some people in this life
are here to be looked after
others made to be the carers
I think I am here for the latter
complex minds are born
and clearer simpler minds too
like man and woman
soft and hard

we differ
but in the interchange of time together
grows a harmony
a music of happiness
that forms around ones aura
and makes all things seen through it
beautiful

Margaret Ann Waddicor 10th May 2016

The sky of yellow
palely pastel'd    
the hills blue grey
their shapes so stark
against the coloured heavens

the tree
with delicate hanging fronds
breaks through the two
a black against the forests monotone

as if one note was blown
that never ends
dreams take form in the subconscious mind
those elements predict the atmosphere
set the stage

what shall I dream tonight
armed with this sight
I'll probably never know
they dissipate in morning light

Margaret Ann Waddicor 3rd May 2016