Winter rain windscreen
The week’s collection of thoughts
Together we sit
Feeling the whispering rain
Waiting for more time alone
Rain Thoughts
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
Brown Aesthetics
drab brown aesthetics
puffy taffeta pink dress
a pencil and tape
loading the cassette player
dance to forget the cold war
Waiting for Innocence
A clean prison cell with a television, a bed, and the essentials.
Within the four walls, she waits for innocence to mean something.
When they decided “not guilty”, too much time had passed.
Her husband moved on, and she lost all the possessions she loved.
She leaves alone. Now free.
C & K 