Other New Poems

Dancing Leaves or Air-brakes

Invisible Nourishment

Looking Inside the Wicker Coffin

Open Air

Served You.......?

Some Facets of the Inside Out

Song of an Astonished Peg




Seeing the gentle Summer breeze
Changing the leaves' shades of green
A blind Zephyr feeling its way
Through the submissive heaving
Newly decked out, summer costumed trees
Recklessly flinging their arms through the air
Outside my double-glazed bathroom 
Green-house. I'm seeing
Sycamores…Scots Pine…Goat Willow
Rowan…re-assuring Oak…Silver Birch
And the name-less ones all swaying
At different speeds. The Scots Pine
Hardly moves. Almost quiet. Sentinel. 

Suddenly I feel
a fresh inner breeze
Turning over   a new leaf
Allowing me to fearlessly see
All the many various forms of fear
I've been blindly consulting
As I've been moving through deeper and deeper
Depths of alone-ness.   Brakes! Brakes!
Stale-air-brakes! I've been idiotically using
All the time!    Not fully on     mind
But ON!
O yes! Holding honest free movement BACK! Choosing
Self-centred trudging
Slugging…through vistas of endless stale slush
Ignoring my quickly smudged sun lit life. O Yes!

And these outside wild bouncing beauties?

If they had the choice
Would these life-giving prancing branches
Choose to stand as petrified posts
A stark…stale-air-braked safe as houses