Transition
near enough to see
daylight fading to the point
where the rain begins
–
tending the garden-
raindrops warm
on my neck
near enough to see
daylight fading to the point
where the rain begins
–
tending the garden-
raindrops warm
on my neck
continuity-
ancient traditions upheld
for generations
–
lichens on stone-
the huron pine
adds another ring
fields of wildflowers
fastidiously tended
by hard working bees
–
summer afternoon-
nectar turning
to honey
the sun reaching down
tenderly kissing the edge
of the atlantic
–
sandpipers-
morning waves
kiss my feet
quarter past midnight-
the breath of the city through
my open window
–
leafless trees-
darkened cars through
the driving rain
the full moon unveiled
from behind translucent clouds
poised for summer’s kiss
–
an owl’s call-
the full moon
follows me home
a taste of freedom-
locked within a castle mount
above the meadows
–
afternoon heat-
careful hands
fitting stone
roaring bonfires burn-
shadows of ancient stones paint
the salisbury plain
–
waning daylight-
a crow stands guard
over those long dead
the late august sky-
from behind the thinning clouds
unfamiliar stars
–
the dead of night-
a pewter moon
rising
the time worn tombstones
children taken far too soon
their stories untold
–
a cardinal takes wing-
poppy blossoms
in the church yard