C & K

New

the wane of the moon
My past and the present go
a new beginning

an extreme heat day
social media pollutes
my dear optimism

itchy from the wind
on the cusp of a sweet nap
insistent meows
the washing machine chimes in
ready for a holiday

Rows of dream houses
Here, today looks the same as
simple yesterday

Inside the four walls
The ruse of our lives is clear
as we slowly change

Constant internet
Increasingly filtered snacks
armchair protesting

wandering in the snow
We know the ways of this land
Whispers of war come
We will not bend the knee to
men who possess no honour

on sunburnt country
thoughts of the fairy floss trees
the old cotton loom

Dreams upon a snow pillow
The forest murmurs from afar
My ocean meets the cliffs

the scent of roses
walking towards a bus stop
steps upon the ice

dappled with coffee
moving with quiet kindness
sipping a mug soon

boxed in by the cars
She never feared ice before
intense violence

all the books she loved
all the kindness in the world
a cold scentless death

Water streaming towards the kettle
emptying my emotions into the sink
My favourite jumbo cup awaits

The kettle tells me she is finished
pouring boiling water into the plunger
Watching the way the coffee grains move

The milk and sugar do whatever they want
watching the empty spoon of my life
A final sound as the teaspoon hits the sink

play within the trees
The child stoops to see a rock
a lovely crystal
Her small hand connects with fate
Gift of the Seer arrives