Out of season

Summer fires burn low
Autumn turns a frozen cheek
To a Winter kiss
The trees welcome the cold rain
Like a prodigal lover

The mountain

The top
Of the mountain…
Majestic in sunlight…
Daunting…possibilities
Presenting

Druidstone*

Blue sea,
Grey effigy;
Rocky faced Sentinel’s
Impassive gaze…staring seaward
Druid stone 

*Druidstone, where the Druid Stone stands, is a beautiful stop on the Pembrokeshire coastal pathway in West Wales.

Autumn

The sun so unkind
Fall delivers me alone
The rain is gentle

A Blues in 3/4

I may not harmonise
But I will sing my song

My guitar be out of tune
But I will sing my song

The ends of the lines may not be in rhyme
But I will sing my song

Not play well with others
But I will sing my song
I will sing my song
I will sing my song

On Saxophone St v1

On Saxophone Street,
The cafes are opening.
Tables mingle with passersby on the pavement
Shelter beneath the awning from unseasonal rain
Spattering on
The sodden leaves

Ain’t no sunshine

This is no season
Its stormy every where
Same rain falls each day
Each night the river’s flooding
Washing away, just washing away.

Mt Taranaki / Mt Egmont

This shining mountain
Demands the adoration of sunset
In snow cloaked glory,
For gathering rainclouds will
Weep over lost love

Aint got no Lennon

Ain’t got no…
Lennon,
Trotsky,
Superego,
Dendrites,
Samsara,
Paradise,
Entanglement,
Isolation,
Streetwise,
Postmodern,
Soul,
Heart,
Penance,
Freedom.

Ghosts

I wish I could write
One line that says it all, like
“Ghost on the canvas”.

For Glen Campbell
Fight Alzheimer’s Disease