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Invitation

Today is bright,
It feels like the coldest day so far,
I’ve lit a fire,
Stretch out your hands, feel free to share it.

Summer Passes


It's still summer the August sun pours down,
No breeze to relieve the sizzling heat or cool the scorching stones.
The sea sparkles, alive with sails,
Smug hotel facades rise above the promenade, white and dazzling,
Seagulls swoop and glide on sinewy wings,
Outlined sharply against a blue sky, harsh cries circling the air.
The only clouds are lazy wisps of cirrus.

The beach is crowded, people doze,
Soaking up warmth and sun.
But the sun is lower than a week ago, it sets sooner,
A… Continue

Surface to Air


Slide through crystal water
Slow torpedo,
Surface and roll,
Sink in sun salt
And cool droplets,
Lie and drift skywards,
Think only of oceans.

Skylines

Sky screen above the sweep of the flyover,
Near-silhouettes and darkening blue,

I drive the city in search of skylines,
And never knew until know.

Awakening


The pot outside my door is full of flowers,
The sun gets warm and stronger every day,
The sky is brighter now and night falls slower,

Even harsh winds grey skies hail and showers,
Are easier to bear when you can see
The pot outside your door is full of flowers,

And startling bird songs fill the daylight hours,
You know that better days are on their way,
The sky is brighter now and night falls slower,

The trees have put out buds you can be sure,
That winter’s gone and spring is her… Continue