My words are birds
beautiful delicate feathered things
on graceful multicoloured wings
set free to range the mental sky
they take me where
I dare not fly

Finality
is a reality
there is no endless love
no forever
even in the beauty of the stars above
all will end
we cannot transcend our allotted span
so live and laugh and dance while you can

Grey day cardigan
Jumper red and knitted green
Colours of winter

October night
a strange light
the face of winter
smiling through a pumpkin

Water on my mind
Sometimes murky sometimes clear
A pool of thought fish

Art is in the poet not the word
we sing the song
and write the lyrics
to a tune which must be heard

Wrap me in Autumn
warm among the leaves
wind up my colours
take down my flag of living
see it fade to memory
wave it no more
shroud me with October light
think of me as a year
that is slowly dying