Saturday, 29 October 2016

Outside




Outside,
on the night air,

through the attic window~

the sound of
distant fireworks.

Tiny booms,

that belong to this
Autumnal Saturday.

Tiny sparkles
in the black  sky.

In the wings,

and scattered all over
our dining table

Christmas catalogues.

Waiting.

Like you.

Saturday, 15 October 2016

Come , she will




I watched as

Autumn

fell onto the street.

Leaves tinged with copper

and at night a moon
leaning over our fence.

The wind,
tenderly whispering over and over
that November will come.

And
come
she
will
across
the
frosted
fields

Friday, 23 September 2016

Little jewels





Life,

getting in the way
of words ~

stuffing them  down until each day
looks like an overpacked suitcase
going
around
and
around
on a luggage carousel.

Then suddenly,
Autumn.

Casting all her little jewels at our feet.

The weather is turning.

And we,
hidden in the softness;

bathe in the stars.

Here comes
quiet love. 

Saturday, 20 August 2016

Down the narrow lane








I am amazed ~
constantly,

at how the titles for this
blog just randomly jump into my head.

I was driving home from town
last Friday and saw a girl
pushing a stroller down a narrow lane.

There you are.

That's how it happened.

Just like that.

I"m stunned to think how fast these days are passing.

Suddenly,
it's almost vacation time again.

The years
they come
they go

and ~


I wish I had
a million pockets in my heart
to sew in

all

those

memories


Sunday, 26 June 2016

Unless



We wait 


for the flash of colour

on the sky

66 days until vacation

and I've learned one thing

that I want 

to go 

nowhere 
unless 
it 
is 
with
you










Friday, 17 June 2016

All the bright angels










I'm sitting in the garden

thinking that summer time
is so perfect.

Far away I hear the strains
of the ice cream truck ~

the tune it's playing is
* match of the day*
and I think that's strange.

Above,
aeroplanes fly .
Taking people to exotic destinations.

The birds are tweeting in the trees
and soon,
you will be home from work.

Dusty.
Tired.
Thirsty.

I'll rise then
and pour you
a glass of sunshine.

Suddenly my thoughts
leap 5000 miles across oceans and seas

to where my son now lives.

In a land full of palm trees and beaches and super moons
at night.

Suddenly my heart aches a little for him.

The distance, so acute.

I look up.

You are home.

All the bright angels
dance around your head.

Sunday, 29 May 2016

Where mermaids wait








Shivers of expectancy
as the
days grow longer
and the sun beats down warm
on us all.

Today we went to the sea
and there,
we told it our stories ~

every secret,
that we ever held.

We set our shells
at the ocean's edge and watched

as the waves
washed over them
carrying them away
away

down to the cool blue
silent depths

where mermaids wait
with glistening hair
and bracelets
made,

of all the secrets of the world