Wednesday, May 27, 2015

100th consecutive day of posting !!


Playing host,
a tree, in monolithic silence,
shelters the fungi
which clings like a bat
on its sanctuary trunk.

Who else notices
this quiet nursery
as they pass by on woodland path;
seeing only the shadows
of scampering squirrels
and hearing alarmed birds
replicating Dunkirk.

I will watch you grow
and wait for the nuclear day
when you erupt your spawn
and dust the breeze
with progeny.

100th consecutive day of posting !!

Tuesday, May 26, 2015


In the speech of vision,
the abstract artwork,
an iron revelation,
looks both ways.

Reflecting ‘normal’, it decays daily,
the tines sinking, in graduation,
to an earthly hiding place
and the dark oblivion of dirt.

Or, from the dead,
in gradual resurrection
iron leaves its bed of clay
seeking the sun
and the life of light.

Like the stairway to heaven
we can choose light or darkness
for our journeys end.

Monday, May 25, 2015

meadow (haiku)

reflecting the sun
the gloss yellow meadow shines
with its cups of gold

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Bluebells ring

The soft herald bells
are pealing,
in silence,
the advance of the year.

They are mute,
but not dumb,
for we hear
their message
with observant eyes.

We taste their blue,
in our nostrils,
as we explore garden and wood
for the fairies
who hear their tolling.

The clangourous
alarm call of the bells
has foretold
our arrival
and the fairies
have returned to blossom
gently floating
in the breeze.

We are not disappointed
the blue cloud carpet
is mystic enough.