sadly so

melancholy wraps me
like morning’s early breeze
like a horizon with no mountains
like a sky without you

you

rain dissolves
the wave froth before it slips up the bank
reeling back into the underworld
like you

yellow

hello full moon
wishing you well
at new moon time

mornings

a spirit kindly touches my face
offering a kiss

accepting now i could

day

lavender pulls up the sun
flaming the cliffs persimmon
yet none waken to herald
the battles of the night

asking who won

fruition

as welsh drunkards mourning
sweet passages from the past
nothing will sober more
than drunken tuesday

colour

like peacock feather
clouds unfurl in twilight
as iridescent dots of snow fall

will you?

i go every year to decompress
to smell the cold to jar the last rays of sun
to wake to creaking trees to fall asleep to wind
to make sense of migrant birds and slumbering soil
to grasp it all before others arrive

and so on....

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the world twirls round again

partly mine

half hidden moon
burns bright
and dark
split in the middle
like all of life’s little mysteries

blustery storm

wide winged crow
zigzagged my path
so low stirring the air
wide winged crow

crisscrossed dare

whisper i hear

snow breeze
lifts a bee
from tangled hair

a secret did he tell?

true

crow cries loss of jingoist brings
compatriot
but why if all is lost i wonder
and never returns you?

now

your whispers in my ear just now
asked how i felt
without your words
like you without mine i suppose
dread and near tears

soft sound of nothingness

lazy clouds droop to the ground
mingling with brown earth’s
yellow leaves turned and
wet snow