healing sounds

there are more body cells
than stars in the heavens
whisper kindly to them
and smile inwardly to heal

somber beauty

willow’s skeleton fills the space
before the sliver of palest yoke
and clouds provoke a storm
her titivating note supersedes
starkness and chill and austerity

tramping

some year i will be seen traipsing across
the dew covered pasture wearing wellies
swinging cameras and canvas and a coke
just to paint the glint in your eyes