moonlight

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

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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

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

buzzing blues

img_0336one day buzzing of bees in the sunshine
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

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