The Winds of Change are blowing in my garden
The Beech Twins are swirling and whirling around my head
Sinuous leaves and branches are nuzzling the wind
Feeling the cool touch brought from afar
Deep earth energy rises up from the roots and tingles
As the leaves sway, in and out, in and out, of the wind
Rushing, hushing
The door is open, the new air arrives fresh into the inner sanctum
The winds of change are blowing.
I think of you and my palms mourn.
I can feel the shape of your noble head under my hands
I notice the warmth.
I respond to the pressure, as, gently
You push up and return my salute with a brush of your head.
With a sweep across my hand your whole body warm and vibrant
Gives itself to me with trust.
I know how your fur feels, or how your hair holds me in return
I know where your skull ends and your rounded neck starts
And your wonderful ears so sensitive, so receptive.
Your eyes would meet mine and dive deep into my soul.
All of my friends entered my heart this way and held me captive forever.
A happy hostage to love.
My heart aches. My hands remember where you should be.
And my palms mourn.
Get Started
Keep going, Keep going, Keep going
Rest
Resume
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Rest
Reflect
Adjust course
Keep going
Keep going
Keep going
Rest
Resume……
I saw you today, after over a decade
You looked younger than I remembered and even in the absence of a smile
You appeared so very happy, certain you were in the right place
At the right time, with the right person.
I saw your face and instantly hundreds of memories collided
And I felt sad and happy at the same time
Your expression was just as I remembered
Open
You looked my way, right at me
And yet you did not see me
I saw your face and instantly hundreds of memories collided
All of them good memories.
All of them.
What a legacy
A marsh where a field had been
No longer pasture, not quite a mere.
Frost forced firmness
was undermined by damp.
Warmth from the infrequent sun
Could not pierce the mantle.
And standing in the middle at night
Listening to trickling rivulets
Streaming across the surface I heard
An army of droplets joined in their
riotous run down towards the brook.
A quiet week, slips in.
A reprieve and the Earth swallows downwards
The ground tolerant of weight
Seizing his moment the farmer
Swings along with his plough
Diligently travels back and forth, back and forth
Now the earth has been turned, deeply with sweeping curves
In the sunlight and in the frost, even brown can twinkle and shine
A chance for fertility offered.
A Soil Sea Ocean
Being held up
Computer security
International delaying tactics
Was that you? via other technology
Yes it was me
I am usually me
I and Me, go about together
A lot
Are you sure?
I am sure
Me? I am sure
I and Me , we are both sure
Testing certainty
……Just wait a few minutes then
Scattered uncollected, my thoughts
Skitter about inside my head
Staggering drunkenly into each other.
Fractured before collision, destroyed afterwards
Smithereens strew my mind,
A thought cloud of dust
Shades the coming moments.
No creative destruction here.
A sky full of snow
above my head
Not threatening, yet
A silent presence to consider
In all activities.
I miss the coy blues peeping out from clouds
Or the blatant hues of blues brazenly declaring
Its a blue sky day
So today I do my Thinking
under a Sky full of snow
She sleeps in the centre of his bed
She has decided that’s where for now she belongs
Safe and warm and low to the ground
He visits her and leans right in
She is sleeping in his bed, she needs the sleep
He breathes warmly onto her head
He gazes softly at her as she opens one eye
Maybe she lifts her head briefly
The she resumes her sleep
Sighing he leaves her
Returning to the sofa
To maintain his vigil
On his oldest friend
An apple a day brings
a sharp taste and some roughage
A wake up call for the mouth
A sphere to behold, to roll around gently in your hands
Perhaps in those moments of contemplation
you pause to shine your fruity prize
Before breaking the skin.
And then into the flesh
Who knows what knowledge will be revealed?
Perhaps you are expecting sweet and luscious
Maybe you are rewarded with
a mouthful of cool sweetness and juice dripping
through your fingers near where you
pierced the skin.
Juicy and Sweet
Or maybe it is suddenly
Tart and crisply challenging
You wince like a toddler tasting lemons for the first time
And you hang in there for the follow up
Hit of surprising sweetness and clarity
A poem a day 