A list of poems currently live on the blog.
The glory of a mountain peak
Is like a friend who doesn’t speak… continued ->
Street lights cast
A shimmering glow
As sheets of rain pass
Row on row… continued ->
Showing off scars
Human endeavours… continued ->
read your lines
In drive by waves
from metal mines… continued ->
ready for flight
A power house
the Raptor King
words you bring… continued ->
Do you hear the hum?
Do you see them come?
Darting here and there
Figure eight in flight
Flashing feathers, bright
Then darting off for cover… continued ->
He wears a cloak of night
Despite his elbows bright
They flash a vivid red
By them, love is led… continued ->
Hear his whooing coo
Calling out for you
The safety of his perch
With earnestness his search
Colours softest hues
Browns, with pink and blues
He seeks his lady fair
Will she make a pair?… continued ->
Mr. Moon is peering through my window.
Wearing his harvest glow like a luminous gem.
Pulling the clouds around himself like a soft collar… continued ->
Listen to the crowning leaves
Their glory days proceed with ease,
The wind gives to them a voice.
They shout, with shaking leaves, rejoice.
First time snow has run away
Autumn has another day. … continued -> Includes spoken word recording.
Starting with the crowning leaves
it trickles down with slow intent
until all burn with crimson glow
a constant wave, hours, days old
Watch the tree be kissed by fire
red, yellows, lingering greens
ombre waves, a colour tide
how long until it all consumes? … continued –> Includes a spoken word recording.
It may be dark inside,
but without it’s strangely light.
As the world lay sleeping,
nature donned a blanket, white
Though the sky is thick,
with heavy clouds of gray.
The early morning darkness,
is lightened by winter’s play… continued -> Includes a spoken word recording.
Come to me, Winter.
Welcome to your birthing day.
Now comes earnest play … continued ->
In the early morning gray,
I see you.
In the trees that shed their leaves,
I see you.
King of birds of blue.
You’re a brightness in the morn,
clouds are filling up with scorn.
As bits of white fall,
you’re the brightest blink of all… continued ->
Mantle of lights above my head
fixed on a map of midnight blue
shining silver blue and red
so close, yet eons over head.
They only wink with my own blink
a steady stream of glistening
shinning bright, yet light, I see
is all ancient history… continued ->
With dampness in the air they cling
to just about everything… continued ->