The gorse withers on the ground
The Sun is autumnally thin
Silence hithes in blue
Those roughshod days
are scattered with the leaves

Schemes and plans are forgotten
Feelings disposed Into the neither
of nothingness do we ascend

Lamenting Guitars are plucking
And the duty lamp lightly lit
We have come home to dream

The tight fibre of spring
budding out of its buried shell like cove
coming on as battle fatigue camouflage
redirecting us from the throttle of Winter
Liquid gold  like tomato feed
The Angiosperm of the root structure
teases us all

This vast uniformity of hope
fleeting Sakura Kamikaze  petals flatter,
forging a challenge,
pink and white
creaves to us all
daffodils and tulips together,
resplendent in their perfume
How I love self seeding Hollyhocks

The Mirror is my forbode
It shows fragility in my face
but my mental self preservation
still resides
I am dancing with light
Rim and Refractive light interludes
bringing her reflective nature to fore


I am rewarded with both fear and delight
But I come without tears
Questions come to me
What  should and could I have been
An Academic  or A Police Officer
but my mirror comes without preconceptions
I am a drowned Man
The ghost of the future

The Tiger Lily is gently removed from the lounge
so it wont ever come in contact with the cats fur
My visitor asks for Steppenwolf on the player
The song "Tenderness" has reticence
Its hard to know if we are romantically involved
having never kissed
Perhaps we share too much intelligence on one another
the quiet detective work overplayed !
We agree the   floorboards creak
they may need replacing
She inquires if the boiler needs replacing too

From the window trough
lets feast on pea shoots and chives
marvel at the paper whites
tall and slender
with magnificent perfume
and grow nepeta for our cat ?
Why don't we call our flat Jardin ?
so we may be associated with nature ?
Let our first  holiday be to Giverny
The ardour will unfold your artistic eyes
I could talk of hollyhocks for ages
their firmament lasting forever

How do I compare to thee?
Your intransience knows no bounds
Id gesticulate more often than not
Your red Mantra dress knows no warmth
Your like a mermaid uncaught
You're darndest to know
You're like a Newfoundland
Leeching perilous unreason
Your everyone’s confidante except mine
You turn me into wilderness
I do not know my heart?
I am left speechless
On the morning of your coming
you leave me dumb confounded

Acorns fallow
where do squirrels feed
Snowdrops late this year
The seasons awry
and still we feel the cold
as the arcane wind barricades
itself amongst the pummelled fence
Here a strange madness begins to find out
its root of dreams
amongst the dying robina