I miss the green
The growing leaves
The water and the trees
The bright light
A gentle heat
And birdsong
Give me ease.
I know that when
After the dark
Will come the waited spring
I just wish
At times like this
It would arrive
……
Soon..
Missing green
Tag: Poetry
I can’t stop saying “our”
Our house, our friends, our relatives.
We were together so long
I can’t say ‘my’ yet
Even after a year.
Sometimes I feel like it’s a dream.
Hubby, my hubby, will be back.
Walk into our house
Be with our friends
Our relatives.
They know
I miss him.
So
On a quiet day
On a quiet day
The world can stay
Bound in a shroud
No need to unwrap
Or unstrap
The troubles on my back.
I’ll rest my eyes
As time slowly flies
Through the open windows.
The sky is grey
And I can’t say
If my troubles have dwindled.
I need repair
And real self care
To haul me through my sadness
Without that care, a real nightmare
Will send me into madness.
So quiettude is what I seek.
No loud hurrahs
No rowdy bars
Just me, alone, asleep.
Moonlight through trees
One moon, reflected
Selene or Luna
She glisters through the twigs
Origamied by my buttons
She is twisted into more dimensions.
Fluid glory, etched through glass
Sunlight floods across the horizon
From the opposite side of the world
Pale blue sky washes around
In a month will you appear again?
The tides of time enthralling me.
Sleep (lack of)
I wanted to sleep
Curl up and rest
Each hour I don’t
Makes me feel wretched
Too hot, too cold
My feet hurt, my neck aches
Sleeping on an armchair
Doesn’t really work.
But my ribs hurt
If I lie down.
Broken a fortnight or more ago
Still mending.
Walk round my room
Make a warm drink
Put the radio on low
Turn it off
Legs ache
Feet swell
Impossible
Doze above flying feilds
…….
Snap awake
The builders just started work
Next door
Whimpering.
Noise, traffic, pollution
Name your top three pet peeves.
They go together
Revved engines
Traffic fumes
The smell of petrol and diesel.
More than pet peeves
Dangerous to the planet
But when a motorbike
Or a car,
Revs it’s engine at the bottom of our hill
Then speeds up
Exhaust banging
Then I’m really peeved!
Where are you?
I saw you in a dream
Echoing through my head
High on a hill,
Climbing a crag
Cycling on narrow roads
Blossom twined in your hair
Life in the 70’s
All love and peace
Working at Machynlleth
You saw Dylan
At the isle of Wight
Your free spirit
Was my joy untold
When I met you, so bold
Never enough time to be
In that world with you
Dragged into work
Instead of adventure
With you.
Leaf
Leaf leaves tree
How long will it be
Before naked branches
Are clothed again?
First frost, then rain
Maybe snow will come again.
Icicles hang on gutters
Defrost as cold rain sputters
Then one day a bud bursts open.
Spring comes slowly,
Time is sullen.
In these months leaves are rotten
And autumn colours are forgotten.
Farewell friend
The end….
Telling the weather by cat
Some cats avoid rain, take shelter
One of mine must have otter DNA
Who needs a barometer when you have him.
Wet fur = rain
Cold fur = frost
Cold white fur = snow
Warm fur = sunny
Dusty fur = Saharan sand!
Yes he’s a weather forecaster
Though he doesn’t know it,
He’s just come in
Damp.
Pattern
Life’s a pattern
Like branches and twigs
Trailing through life
First growing bigger
Like the main trunk and boughs
Then petering to smaller stems.
Life follows this pattern, growing
Then diminishing.
Patterns give me hope
I see connections
An intuition of order
Despite a possible chaos.
Patterns in music
Crystals too,
All sorts of things
Some of them new.
I don’t bother with plain
It’s such a pain
Give me gaudy and complex
And intricate not tame!
