Sadness

There is a sadness deep within
which aches through heart and soul,
an honouring of hopes and dreams
which leads us through and on.

Clouds

Clouds in swirling form,
through shapes of all disguise,
are born and die through
endless skies; revealed,
released, transformed.

Doubt

Doubt dwells within the depths of me
and twists and turns my thoughts,
in sullen, soured remembering;
distorting what has been.

Winter

Sodden, suckling rain in hard relentless fall,
dresses down the darkness and soaks into the light.
Damp earth draws deeper on the draught
of winter's nectared life, to fill again with hopefullness,
and dream of Spring's bright stride.

Age

In slow, soft, small forgetting


life draws us on and full,


to write in wrinkled smiles


our story, old and new.

small stone - Tears

In tears of trembled falling

I offer grief and love;

in salted wash of feeling

rides deliquescent heart.

July Challenge over and Challenge continues

I started this blog for the Writing Our Way Home July Small Stone a day Challenge. The Challenge is to keep writing Small Stones. Why not.