Like an ant I walk on the forest floor
I hid under leaves from the midday mayhem
Finding my own way in a wilderness of rotting flesh
Until I come across an oasis of a green unspoilt eden
I see the dark clouds rolling toward me
Not a leaf in sight

Lost and alone, ignored and put on
are the stripes you earn at the bottom of the pile

But I worked hard to be noticed
and notice I was, who could ignore my infectious smile

Then one day I looked down out of my executive suite
at the people piled high, working up from the street

I remembered the boy who was lost and alone
who worked like a dog till it was time to go home

So,
I look for me in the shadows
at the bottom of the pile
Yes, you I'm looking for, you with the infectious smile

When the last tune plays and the curtain closes
smile and remember
my body was the just a vessel
that brought me to you 
but the memory of me
is a full challis that you can sip from
until those memories fade
and you are ready to uncork
another vintage

Even in death
Life goes on

I remember that summer day
so long ago now
the wind dancing with the corn
sun ripening the fruit

You held my hand
with that look and a smile so bright
I smiled
my heart racing  in agreement

We walked and ran
lay on a golden bed of corn
I felt like a goddess in your arms
the silence overwhelmed us

We lay
Naked
I’m there with you now
I remember that day
with a smile and a blush

The rockpool
an upturned stone
a bucket for a cell

Can you taste Christmas on the winter wind
watching the grey snow clouds gather
smoke drifts from the tall, tall chimneys
you can taste the kindling in the air

Heavy clouds break under the strain
white flakes fall on the face
of the red cheeked children
excited
as they leave school for the winter break
later, snowmen gather in the streets
coal black eyes
mother’s collecting their vegetables off their sad faces
as the children play on frosted fields

Silence gathers
as golden light shines through the tired wooden windows
night falls
peace
until the morning light brings more snow
the children are barred until breakfast is done  
then the sky is lite with the voices of all
the happy children
playing

You can taste Christmas on the winter wind

A light wind picked up and carried leftover crumbs, gently laying them on a crisp brown sycamore leaf

The ants were busy carrying away bits of sausage, rolled in pastry which flaked off as they ran

A robin watched on excitedly until a squirrel grabbed the sausage roll and stuffed it in his cheek

Not despondent the ants spied the sycamore leaf and its contents

Remains of a ham and cheese sandwich flew in the magpies mouth to the nearest branch

The robin amused itself by watching a sycamore leaf racing across the grass before it finished off the fallen pastry flakes

The picnic table was now empty