Red

Don’t ask me its name

I like to sit
look out the window
maybe with a drink
and watch it come to life

it doesn’t last long
as the birds
play around in there
almost hidden

its lower branches are tangled
with the white flowerings
of the bushy tree below
and I can imagine
as the petals
join in a spring romance
blushing to
a pink

but don’t ask me its name
as that would ruin the illusion
so I don’t need to know it
to understand the romance
of it all

and besides
it’s not there long
but when it blooms
so do I

The curse of it all

The curse of it all
The blessing of it all
The dark bark of it all
The beauty of it all

To reflect upon it all
is to grow heavy
weary
under the onslaught of her silence

and like a bee to the purple
like a shadow to the moon
like a shimmer from reflected grace
the truth will blind us soon

When once there was a seedling
When once there was a smile
When once there shined a coal-black eye
Thine fervent beauty came alive

The curse of it all
The blessing of it all
The dark bark of it all
The beauty of it all

To hear the tune of it all
is to grow feathers
wings
under the onslaught of her wisdom

and like a finger to the ‘bow
like a bird to the nest
like a light from distant shores
the truth will come to rest

~

A spiritual distance of starlight
shines the love of angels
upon the hearts of those
who write the same song

The darkness of night’s embrace

~

Beak full
skipping through daisies and buttercups
the blackbird hurries along
till it reaches the spread of green
beneath mottled clouds
beneath the blue
of distant time

and there in the shadows
he rests and imagines himself an owl
sailing through the night
with silent wings
seducing the air with soft caresses
of feathered kisses
in the darkness of night’s embrace

and there
beneath the comfort of green’s sanctuary
he peeks out at the distant blue
with only a beak of orange giving him away
and there
off he goes
to fill his beak once more
to feed his children not only worms and caterpillars
but tales of mystery and imagination
of owls and the beauty of life

and there
as they drift off to sleep

whoo hoooo
whoo hoooo

in the distance
of their dreams
beneath the comfort of green’s sanctuary

The crow dawn dance

As mist escapes the clutches of the night
feeling its way through branches of time
see how it comes alive
to the sound of the crow dawn dance

Oh listen to the cawing
as they burst through the mist
see their swirls of song erupt
in magnificent trails of flight

Listen to them now
shaking the dew from their wings
as they dance the crow dawn dance
wingtip stroking wingtip

Oh the noise
the beautiful noise
as they soar above treetops
with their voices scratching away morning chill

The sound of the crow dawn dance
echoes in the distance
fading like the mist

Oh they’ll be back tomorrow

Included in my book, ‘After the Rain’, 2017

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