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.
A Tea Dream
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
Autumn’s End
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.
Copper Leaves
Copper leaves;
Only a few left now.
Autumn lost;
Winter found the Woods.
Deciduous trees stand;
Silent fog breathes still.
Copper leaves fall;
Trees now stand bare.
Sea Piano
Dancing fingers move above the places
where
energy meets the many sounds of the sea.
Touching the places that make the sea
come alive through vibrations and sounds.
Dancing fingers make the sea rush
into the piano as the shore shifts.
Slowly, the sounds of the winter sea shift
the room and the forest begins to sound.
Dancing fingers move the sea to the shore,
to show us the forest, the snow, the silence.
Winter Symphony
Compose the colours
of a winter symphony
to end a grey day
Knit Winter
a winter grey day
knit the season into a
cloud-covered jumper
Our First Flowers
delicate petals
a vase of dying roses and peonies
falling towards a barren, dark place
faint grey light
the flowers start their transformation
they lose their form, fresh scent, dew
empty stems
drying and fading in the dark place
transferred to a bowl with a gold lid
those dry, dead petals remain alive
if only in their dream of eternal love
first flowers
Monday Mood
Walking through a wintry green garden,
listening to the raindrops fall on the plants, trees, and the house.
What a delightful dream this green garden,
beckoning me never to leave the moss, grass, and the quiet life.
Work sounds jolt me back to a busy Monday,
and somehow, I know the corporate world is not my calling.
Waking to the smell of herbs and nature clicks,
and I know that I can never return to my previous mindset.
With my work cup, my bag, and a picture on the wall,
I take the back way out of the office and travel towards home.
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the last of the leaves
to seethe at the sight of love
leaving love alone
C & K 