From the winter night
youthful crimson lips appear
With Bloom’s sweet promise
caught within those deep green eyes
A delicious meal for one
Quarterly Budget
Blinds hide the sunlight
another financial year
letting some light in
The quarterly budget tears
shining sunlight on the screen
Rain Thoughts
Winter rain windscreen
The week’s collection of thoughts
Together we sit
Feeling the whispering rain
Waiting for more time alone
The Coming of a Winter Night
The winter night comes.
Pastel persimmon and pink,
with fiery orange.
The sky turns to violet,
indigo and the darkness.
Promise
The thunderous rain
a promise made between two
The cat meows, “No!”
Heavy rain becomes a storm
a promise broken again
Waiting
Sea pigeons do circle
The scent of methane, rotten and sour
dreaming of verdant green
forgotten by the world
sitting beside a broken toaster
kettle without a cup
We remember a home
to be of service, to have purpose
boiling, steaming, toasting
Idle
We sit contemplating
Waiting
By the Sill
Watching the sparrows
Birds become interesting
sitting by the sill
a spiritual knowing
mesmerised by the gossip
Forest Night
The forest is near
a deepening of onyx
The moonlit shadows
a vision of the wild sea
The house lights are my lighthouse
Window View
a purple blooming
The sky beyond the window
a cobalt blue day
The cascading chandelier
Wisteria in my view
Winter Morning
Sunrise at seven
waking to a winter chill
feeling the cold sheets
a mellow morning coffee
Watching the colours lighten
C & K 