spring draws to an end
the touch
her hands in mine
November 2017
manhood under the guise of a geyser
ice ages a geologist's skin
off-shore breeze
seagulls gather around
KFC
free world through the fog of militant benevolence
yet again
a butterfly cheapened
by a "moment"
all senses
piercing my brain
with day
love all over the world out of steam
heaven scent in flower flow
just like that
your miracle of being
made no more.
amateur hour
while a poet writes
the pine sighs
my shadow
takes up the space
where i was
morning mist
the breath of another
seems to appear
a reed
in the wind sounding
atonal repenitance
spring rain
all so intimate
without words
spring rain
all is forgiven
at one fell swoop
spring rain
all is forgiven
at one fell swoop
tantalised
by the gods
my life with bees
season change
a bumblebee
does its part
open window
I direct a bee
back to work
new green leaves
a terrible beauty
is born
in spring rain
a terrible silence
held at bay
spring shower
darkness becomes
audible
a mountain spring
flows into
its defloration
passing faith
candle to candle
rite of spring
through the slap-slap
of windscreen wipers
spring rain
cracking their cheeks
winds whip up hurricanes
through Lear's wits
dragonfly and i
each glances off
the other
unruffled
in a solar wind
our attraction
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