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I miss your sunny face.
Your flowers and your grace,
Your gentle showers
your sunny hours
as life returns
and the year turns.
Life’s ups and downs,
Leaves touch trees crowns.
Pale helibores decline
but tulips grow again.
Now comes the rush
of flowers full blush.
Sparkling sunshine,
birds sing sublime.
Life’s return
For which I yearn
You fly over
Huge wings beating the air
Flight
Hooves hook round
Black and white waves
Shimmer in the sun.
Glossy coat and wings.
Look down on the world
Prance and dance
Across the sky
Strike sparks and shards
Shooting stars
Joy.
Good morning,
I hope you are having a pleasant day.
The sun is shining
and the cats are at play.
Playing hide and seek
behind a small shoe.
My eyes are hidden
so I must be too?
Jumping in the bath,
under the tap.
Your water bowls there but
there’s a drip you must lap.
Now you are sleeping
together as one,
Dreaming cat dreams
curled up in the sun.
Now you are washing
cat yoga for you.
Stretching and bending
is what you must do.
So cats they have logic
all of their own
The way to do things?
They won’t be shown…..
What does she mean
It’s grey and gloomy.!
There is no sun..
There is no colour…
What can she mean
What spring is Springing?
What leaves are budding?
It’s winter you fool!
But….
I can see the catkins
Hanging down and waving.
Life is reviving.
Revivified, coming back
Now we can move on….
Corridors lead on through whitewashed walls.
Lead me on down your narrowing partitions,
Funneling me to some creative full stop.
Channelled into straight lined thoughts.
Where is my creative brain.
My thoughts and ideas?
Shut away in the darkness…
Hidden behind locked doors….
Sing high, sing low, sing medium
No sound evokes emotions as much as song.
Sing sweet, sing dry, sing rich.
Music stills hearts and makes them soar.
Sing soft, sing deep, sing life,
Happiness and sorrow can be drawn out.
Sing loud, sing quiet, sing laughter.
Your life, your heart, your dream.
The trees by the lake cry wooden tears,
The sky glints grey and gold.
Silver shimmers, water waves,
Cold walk in sunset glow.
Feathers, bold, blues new,
Trees and lamps, float above,
Mirror wings , fly out phantom birds.
Swoop over head, peck at the sky.
Field of blue, arching inwards,
Nearer than infinity, but far.
Find your reflection, on the wind,
Life eternal, changing, clouds scattered.
Cyclops, looking at you,
What does he see?
One stern eye facing you..
Checking you out?
Staring deep.
Into your eyes,
Dazzled by your smile,
Ancient sight
Blinded by your brilliance
Or your insolence.
Book avalanche ….
I once had one book.
That wasn’t enough,
Then I had two
One too few?
So I got three
Which I read in a tree.
Soon I had four
How many more?
Five or six, a feast
No seven at least,
Enough for a shelf?
With my twelfth….
Once I had forty
I felt rather naughty.
Just a few more
Came through the door…
Once I read paperbacks
Now I’m on hardbacks,
My addiction is growing,
The books they are flowing.
Trying to count ’em
How can I stop them?
Over one Thousand?…..
No space for me and
My cats.. .
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