Friday, June 24, 2016

You wear the rain

You wear the rain
like a jewel
it touches your naked beauty
bringing its colourless highlights
a sprinkle of sparkle
in carats and grains
around you.
This is no tiara
sitting in its own majesty
but the necklace,
around a throat
in obeisance.
It searches your manifold layers
like eyes searching
for your soul
but its probing exploration
cannot reach within
where love lives.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Mostly dry, storms later

The wraithes in the sky are laughing,
their ‘fooled you’ song
curls the lips of weather pundits;
rolled umbrellas
wander the streets
too late, and too early, for the joust.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Pink rose

Like a wave racing to embrace the shore,
your folds of pink storm my eyes.
break upon my senses
and flood,
with sensuous beauty,
an appreciation
of the bold tenderness
that sight allows.

Friday, June 17, 2016

tears on a rose

(a haiku)

The sky cries its tears;

colour, a receding tide

on an aging bloom.