Sunday, October 23, 2016




Plant a thousand memories,
let them birth alone,
thrive in deepest darkness,
delve through mind and soul.

And when the days are spent,
let them break asunder,
bounce through sudden dreams,
wake the dreaming world.

So the way leads ever on,
when the hours are sent,
holding to the spirit's course;
all is recompense.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Bridge of will


Needles threading
slow through love,
trip of life does trim,
and fill, embroiders
view of mist and trail;
colours breeze so still.
Sky does sob in
sympathy as the work
is done, washes clean
the soil, makes
a bridge of will.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Razzle Dazzle

Showiness astonishes,
dazzles through the days,
amazes and inspires,
sparkles now at play.

Vivacity entrances,
brightness is bequeathed,
glitter does excel
glory surely breathes.

Razzle through the dewdrops,
shivering at play,
quivering in glint of dance;
nature does display.


Sunday, October 2, 2016


Grey, brooding, unconscionable clouds,

Sodden, weeping, teething winds,

So does Spring spit irritably in our face;

Drenching still the skirts of fallen Winter.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

No more

No more than a speck of dust upon the fleeing moment,

No more than a silent breath upon the wind,

No more than a forgotten seed that breasts the unforgiving earth,

No more than all the words that lie unsaid.


For this is life, and this is how the moments draw and creep,

When hope and meaning hide themselves away,

And dare to taunt that all is nought but shadow,

That who I am is fantasy and dream.


And yet each speck of dust is borne on dreams,

And silent breaths can carry words across the world,

While seeds that strive through soil to reach the sun

Will always speak of God, of life, of love.



The black child brought to birth at last

And suckled at the breast,

Drinks greedily of that which is denied.

Yet, withered dreams are milked as well,

And drop by sour drop,

They turn away what might have been.

Then, belly full, and bubbled lip

The child is drawn to sleep,

That she may walk the dreaming path.

The time has come, and darkness turns

A new and shining face,

Upon the black child newly found.

For life will have us suckle, however

We may find, the offered breast,

The ancient milk … our destiny defined.