ETERNAL SUMMER

I want to walk down sheltered hedge-lined lanes
Between tall willow herb and meadow sweet,
To watch the mist rise after sudden rains,
Be dazzled by the sun on fields of wheat.

I want to tour the high moors on a horse
Where buzzards glide in cloudless skies, so free,
Emerge from narrow corridors of gorse
And gaze across the diamond sparkling sea.

I want to pluck a peach, but not to eat,
To hold the fruit of sunshine in my hand,
To halt the flood of summer for a beat
And fix its fleeting beauty on the land.

Let thoughts of winter vanish in their haze,
I’ll linger in the heat of endless days.

RIPPLES

Pebbles,
careless wishes
tossed into the still lake.
Who can predict the ripples that spread,
intersect with other longings, disrupt the smooth content?
They sink, forgotten to the muddy bottom, to lie
in a heap of discarded dreams. 

THE STUFF OF LIFE

Waiting the turn you hope won't come
Meanwhile the world outside goes on
A couple kiss as life walks by
Unregarded

Can you crack the code?

Sun shines through the window, burning
Eyes closed, listening to the radio
Hearing insects, smelling hay fields
Long remembered

Watch yourself change

Your life's pinboard read at random

Compliments and complaints procedure
Do you find it harder now than...?

Undecided

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Where to find us

Snatch in a hiss, the puncture stings
Pumping a fist to speed the flow
Tea and biscuits, for the life of
Me, donated

Signs of the times.