Soothing strokes of promised spring,  They trace the wrinkles of my soul.  There is an awakening within / without-  And I sense something amazing to happen-  Something unfurling as an opening bud.  ‘Is this Spring,’ I ask the warming sun.  My smiling shadow nods yes.       

Remembering Summers Gone

I remember last summer, When azure swept the sky, The birds were all tweeting, The clouds rushing by; Soft rushes were hushing Kissed by the south wind, The winter’s cold memory  Into past did rescind. I stood by the lakeside And searched the landscape, I can’t remember for what,  As my thoughts it escapes. But I […]

Sunday & The Street

 It’s raining out the window But I’m sat in the heat The sound of coffee brewing Feeling so replete  The water it is washing  Across the streets in sheets But I don’t care a bit Sat in my leather seat  Though soon I’ll have to go My drink it does deplete And then the pouring rain Will lap about my feet  Perhaps I’ll have another And wait […]