drab world.
Life's wheels are moving backwards.
Dreams are buried in graveyards.
Conflict and war enslave freedom.
A raging sea and a reckless fire consume the hate-filled land.  
Remorseless, greedy humans are hunting for heaven in the ruins of their own civilisation.

“where summer’s bronzes dull and sink”

the trees are like
wet coat hangers,
holding up the leaves,

my cat is frosty like
an october morn,
sleeping on the sill,

everything is dripping
like a wet pair of
jeans taken out of the wash,

the sky wears its greys
of cloud, dim and dramatic
it opens summer eyes.

the stream is a pretty
mirror, the sky, sweet
sister to the moon,
slumbers in her
arbour where roses
flower mightily, in
love with the night
and the cloud.

voices in the wind swept rain
graves open and never close
eye of the storm

america we need you now
to fight against the monster

monster on the loose
putin's neck in a noose

the stench of death and deception
reaches up through the sky

freedom
freedom
freedom

FREE THE UKRAINE

unchained spirit

simple beauty

a flower

(as it was meant to be)