Skeleton 

So many memories
Old lives left behind
What remains?
A skeleton wearing today’s clothes
How I long for you
My anchor
To make all this real again

Biggest Fish

Life streams by
Water through the net
The few fish caught make us who we are
A pale distorted image
Of our own history
Easily lost in the eddies and swirls of living
While the biggest fish swims free

Till Winter

Birds chirp in the empty sky
Poplars reach for heaven
Only a few leaves left now
Till Winter

Think For a While

‚ÄčThink for a while
On those gone too soon
Those better folk
Who thought a life not free
Worth less than death
If that death bought
The chance at peace and love
For those that remain
We remain
And we remember

Warm Hay Barn

Autumn moon sails low
Over auburn trees and dew laden fields
A solitary cow lows at the creeping chill
She longs for an hour or two more
In the warm hay barn

Before the Fall

The winds of autumn call me
Take joy in drawing in of night
Shadows and leaves crowd the borders
Each bright morning less defiant than the last
Each dragonfly along the fence
Drinks deep the dregs of the year
One last toast before the fall

Four sides of Sky

One small slice of life
Eight stars that form a plough
Four sides of sky
Two trees
One blinking eye
Is there anymore than one can see?
Only what the mind can make

Long tides

Long tides of life
May draw us from forbidden stars
But even through the deepest fog
New lands still lure us
Onwards! Upwards! Do not rest!

Warm rain

I would be angry
If the light were not so soft
Warm rain lashes down

Wildflowers

Patch of wildflowers
Next to the roundabout
Wind blows
My heart moves with them

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