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



Saturday, 14 May 2016

Forget the stars






Focus on this day
the music rolling
around the walls of the room
almost like hearing
the sound of
a faraway thunder.


Inside this room
that the sun has turned
to the colour of ochre
I'm swimming deep in memories

Down I go to the
sea bed of my heart

where  sea grasses move~

they are the
weeping willows of the ocean.

What dreams may come,
this day?

Sometimes the beauty
and the sheer depth of life, love ~
overwhelm me
almost like dissociation

as I swim down to the cool depths
of Heaven's sea

and

forget

the

stars

Tuesday, 26 April 2016

In silence we hear so much




Silence

when a motorbike stops

in the early hours~

or when a baby stops crying.

Silence, when words  can say 

no more.

The  sea

when seagulls fly

against the wind.

After a snowfall,

that quiet.


Last night when you came home

I imagined you smelled of wildlfowers 
and little birds.

I was silent.

Happy,
silent.




Saturday, 16 April 2016

April



rain ~
showers ~
and sometimes,
sun.

Then
( and only then)
I'll sit in our front room
wrapping cold fingers
around a steaming cup of coffee
and watch,
as the world walks past.

The crazy cat lady
who lives down our road
scurries by
talking to her imaginary friend.

How everything gleams
in this early morning light!
The rust red rooftops
the silver glint of a seagull's wings
as it flies silently by

I quietly say my prayers
for a little girl
just new to this April world
her name
magical,
falling from my lips.


Now
through the glass
I see the tops of the trees

their glittering leaves
shining with the remnants

of an April shower.


I rise,

I leave the room.


And dream.



Sunday, 28 February 2016

Blessings, all.







The winter sun

a balm for weary souls
from whom,

darkness stole
the light.

Golden fingers
stretching across fields
and down
long hidden roads

stealing in
through our windows
and drenching
the tulips
with love.

Hope.

Love.

Grace.

Mercy.

I've been soaked in them all.

The love of friends far and near

( Kathryn )

Daydreams.

Books.

Warm coffee cup in my hands.

Winter,

winter sun.

Blessings, all.