Early morning walk in the park,
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Shrouded in silence,
Cloaked in the dark.
The end of the night is ushered by
Venus, our lady, alone in the sky.
She watches dark fade,
The death of the night.
The day soon reborn,
Washing shadows with light.
I felt a stir in the still night
Looked up and saw no stars
The moon snuffed out
By huge dark wings
Hovering above an anguished earth
I looked a question
Heard a silent ‘not yet’
As the shadow passed
Leaving me in sorrowful moonlight.
singing birds and lovely sun
Continue reading “I Am Eighty”
dancing flowers, breeze, heaven
outside much much fun
I would like run run run
barring me this lockdown zone
I am eighty and I am alone
Mother Earth embraces hope, in the absence of her enemy.
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She smiles at our insignificance, our arrogance, the irony.
For Mother Nature flourishes, as we battle to survive,
She struts her stuff with joyous pride, as we contemplate our lives.
Winter’s darkened days
now stretching minute by minute
to meet a lightened sky.
And I emerge slowly,
verdant tip of spring,
peeping from behind
As abandoned as my lonely heart,
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I strolled the dull autumn grass,
Along the barbed wire fence,
That cuts her vast chest apart.
Gazing, into this small window of time,
I see stories unfold on crisp pages,
I see beauty in this window of mine,
Butterflies escaping cocoon cages,
Bright eyed wings uncurl all in a flutter,
on the branch of the tree with the green leaf
Browning, drifting, crinkling, joining clutter.
Dear window, in mind’s eye, such a brief
journey, to glimpse a faraway place
I know not when I shall see once again,
or feel the cold pinch, the hot slither lace
down to the fingers, wrapped around a pen;
In need I am of the window I see,
That gathers dust and is locked with a key.
Upon the Derwent I shall row
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You sit in stern, and I in bow
Let’s drift away then wave by wave,
Play hide and seek in high and low.
I whisper, things I dare not say,
You blush, you smile, and look away,
Our eyes meet in waves beneath,
And this is how we play, all day.