Winter landscape deep
we sleep within dreams and love
holding on to sleep
Poetry | Stories | Photography
Winter landscape deep
we sleep within dreams and love
holding on to sleep
Shells on the sand
no one around today
wave spray lingers
a feeling of love for the sea
cold waves call to me
take me and dash me asunder
small in comparison
the sea whispers unheard words to me
so I sit and listen
my former self would have walked away
I hear the words
not so difficult to hear when you listen
The shipwreck makes its way
into the shallows of the seawater.
Warm currents stir and move
her many walls and parts.
She becomes part of the sea,
as a reef forms upon her shell.
Crabs scurry, fish dart to and fro,
Coral colours dance, glow, and grow.
She sits still, waiting for her
crew’s fate, to become the sea.
Separate rooms, Separate computers
two Separate lives under one roof
Thinking Separate thoughts on this day
From Separate thoughts, I revel in naivety
Separate thoughts come together
The Separate Holy Land is peaceful, united
Separate peoples divided by their beliefs
United in a humanist daydream
We are in Separate rooms with Separate lives
Separate peoples divided and stained in blood
The misty lake in the morning,
waiting for the chill to subside.
Watching and thinking about you
Wondering where your heart
has gone; is it still with me?
Thinking back to times before
technology made communication
so easy. When written words
delivered by post meant the
difference between life and death.
Sounds are few yet soothing,
as the lake seems reluctant to
give up any of her secrets.
Thinking this must be my way,
as you deny me even a text message
while playing the heartstrings.
Moving as the mist leaves the lake
exposed to my gaze, scrutiny.
Just like me, the lake is exposed;
waiting for the heart tune to stop.
within the deep dark
hold on to the thoughts of moss
tingly arctic feet
In the Winter dark of night
Standing alone under the starless sky
Insignificant in other’s minds
A sense of longing taunts my thoughts
hoping it will crush me and mine
I let the taunts try as the stars appear
Significant to the spirit within my shell
embracing the way the leaves fall
Winds blow around me, for I am home
Too much sun,
not enough shade.
Flowers in bloom,
too many colours.
Too much light,
not enough darkness.
Birds sing and dance,
too many songs.
Too much Summer,
not enough Winter
to take my heart,
make it cold,
feel the chill,
the Autumn feel.
My kitchen
Stepping on a ship setting sail for Scotland
My kettle dreams
Sailing into a port of perils with tea
My Biscuits
Scottish tartan shortbread from Mum
My porcelain cup
Showing me blessings in her love

Winter tells the Woods, “The time has come for you to leave Autumn behind.”
The Woods hear Winter, yet Autumn still calls from far away.
The trees understand Autumn’s end and shed their sorry leaves.
