March slides into April as showers wave winter farewell
Days dawn ever lighter, bluebells dock the dells.
One final march through chapel doors, dressed head to toe in black
A last dirge from organ pipes, one more family plaque.
Sunny May arrives as swiftly as Shiva’s arrow flies
Church bells peel, confetti fills cotton-clouded skies.
Darkness lurks in shadows, on penitents as they pray,
Smiles adorn faces on children in their play.
Winter lies forgotten lost in days just passed
Hearts lifted at village fetes about the green and grassed.
Laughter chimes out often as barbies fire and smoke
Guitar strings stroke the air while sisters smile and joke.
Seed searching coal tits flitter in the bushes
A blackbird spied high up on his perch
His hybrid song cuts through the wood-pigeon calls
Whilst the Yorkie revels on his back bathing in fox scent
Bright-bloomed azaleas blush the summer house border
Goldfinches dive to the seed-scattered path
A stray burst of early summer breeze ripples silver birch leaves
Then dies as swiftly as it came leaving a moment’s hush
A neighbours strimmer buzzes like a bee on steroids
Sets the magpies cackling in rowdy disagreement
Midges hover in their mid-air cloud dance
The Noon sun warming my arms as I scribe each word
The moon with its great
Bathes the garden tonight,
Even the moths seem to be
Hiding from her searchlight glow.
Perhaps they have all
Upped wings and beaten
Their way high up toward
This beacon, so low in the sky
On this late summer’s night?
Or do they all meet secretly,
Under the leaves and bushes,
Whispering quiet thoughts to each other?
Plotting ways to make contact
With this great eye-in-the-sky.
The moon waits patiently
For the sun to end its vigil
Your laughter hides there, waiting patiently
At the far edges of your mouth,
Ready to possess every pore of your face
From the corners of your crows-feet eyes,
Sweeping gently down those familiar
Lemon-scented, quick, curled lips.
Like soft-padded footprints
Stretched across warm desert sand,
Your smile keeps me company
Long after you have left the room,
Leaving me anticipating your arrival
Emerald eyes pin me where I stand.
Wherever I walk, at all gatherings
Of family clans and meeting friends,
Your laughter walks always with me
Even though photos and memory are
My only evidence left behind
Of your ever being here at all.
Whilst this is ongoing I hope you like this sample from three poems:
Impossibly blue are you
Azure, turquoise, lazuli-lidded
As you lie, awakening
To the gentle lull of the day
You lap your waves, your swell
Rolls and washes into the shore
Prayer to the heavens
Yours is the kindly face of one thousand Angels
Eyes twinkling through inken heavens
Do you marvel at the great Majesty that is man?
Do you worship his magnificence?
What if there is purpose to their buzzing?
What if it is more than draft and waft of wings on air?
What if they are Bach’s horns or Beethoven’s even?
Leading us along dawn’s awakening fugue