Mysterious night
Soft and heavy with promise
A velvet hammer!

Happy is a department store
something to look at on every floor
if we know what we are shopping for
but generally we don't, do we?

I won’t cry
well not for too long
perhaps just now and again a tear will fall
you worked hard all of your life
now the work is done
you can rest up a bit
although you will fit it hard to sit still
you always did
perhaps you are a butterfly or a bee
busily checking on your garden
I think you would like that
happy among the flowers
you have not gone from our hearts
whenever I see a garden in full bloom
I will smile
and you will be with me

Twilight is a spark
Saturday's penny candle
Lights Sunday's fire

Cool in the shadows
Tired day rests beneath the trees
Larks give way to owls

Paintbox colours make our world
grey and clinging fog of disbelief
echoed by the indigo of grief
bitter orange wheat of rage
before we finally turn the page
accept the solid yellow ochre of finality
and begin to paint ourselves a new reality

Under darkened skies
Hope is our new horizon
Always up ahead