Further Away

catkins

Their long,

Slim, flower-queue bodies

Jostled by late-fall flakes of

Light mid-day snow

Hazel catkins shiver,

Dance, nudge one another,

Seeming to enjoy the attention:

Slender-spire plumes of

Spring’s candle-fire.

Immediately beyond the small paned window

The fall is innocent, robbed of threat –

Simple, gentle, deceitful horizontal descent.

Further away, between the

Game-cover wood and the

Hedge cuttings brash pile

It more capricious,

Openly slanted and vicious.

While I’m asleep

Some things will happen,

Some things won’t.

10/3/2013

photo source: www.hollybank-woods.hampshire.org.uk

Kite Talker

There’s always going to be

Change,drama, weather

Between the black rock

And the jungle beach;

But nobody smiles

Like the Kite Talker does –

Every ballet finger, string

And red sail performance

Relaxed and engaging.

Names can’t always be changed.

Accept the ultimate, cruel

Justice truth:

The innocent cannot expect

Eternal protection.

20/11/2012