moonlight

the moon
weeps
silently
draped in cloud
reaching
for her
reflection
far below

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stormy tears

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the wind blows
us into tomorrow
gusts rush the leaves
off the trees
whisking winter
into view
and the clouds cry
for the loss of yesterday

evening in the garden

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less busy now
as evening comes
and here I sit
with tea
and camera
(just in case)

no butterflies left
they’ve gone to bed
(where do they sleep?)

but still the swallows
chitter by
the out-late bees
hum-bumble low
and early moths
flutter

time slows
to a honeyed trickle
in our wild garden

aglow

honeyed glow
of evening sun
turns grasses
to spun gold
sleepy weight
of summer love
rests softly
on my soul

escape

I seek out
this solitude
and soak myself
in seas of blue
absorbing deep
in every hue
this painted
woodland
masterpiece

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simple desires

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and daydreams
fly-away wishes
all I desire, I have here with me
building our dreams
into new life together
the simplest of things
full of beauty for two

blossom haiku

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blossoms cling on tight
against the wind’s buffeting
lest they turn to snow

buzzing blues

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next day buzzing of blues in my ears
bluebells lose their bells and become merely blues
and the hues are fading grey-wards
with the rain clouds

early

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early harbinger
of hazy golden days
spring has barely sprung
and I taste summer


(if you like sea pinks, drop by my photography blog for more photos)

denim sea

denim-sea

sea stitched to beach
with white threads
in denim
drifting away
on the blue cotton sky

Chained

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a heavy chain
made of fear and worry
wraps tight around my chest
making breathing shallow
and turning lips to blue
solid links of cold hard iron
dig into my flesh
stifling
suffocating
holding me down
and all I can do is wait
head bowed
tears welling
hanging on to your hand
until the chain
rusts away
again

fluff and prickles

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all of us are made
of fluff and prickles
to different degrees

damaged and hurting
we protect ourselves
under these spiked shells

no hurt can reach us
pain cannot enter
but neither can love

there comes a time when
risks must be taken
inner softness shown

made vulnerable
open and exposed
soft feathery heart

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