Paths cross, time we lost

I will trail into vapour

I deal with failure

When it’s all alone

Each daisy looks a bit wrong

There is no average

Shoulder to shoulder

Keeping guard over the field

Impenetrable

Are these steel fences

Just in my mind, or am I

Being left behind

Mother of pearl clouds

Scatter, refract and melt

Us into golden days

In a field of wheat

We see only the poppies

What do the bees see?

A lolloping gait

Loping every way but straight

Silently I wait

Eyes blur, legs stumble

If each day could be so full

No one would grumble

As layers build up

Paint still shows through chips and cracks

City patina

Concentrated rays

Scarce summer days blur and fade

Time cannot be made

Questions beg questions

Horizons draw steady eyes

Silence keeps silent

Feed on my poison

Until you’re fat and toxic

Pupate until spring

The light slips away

Tunnel vision, blinkering

Darkness creeping in

Duck weed spreading thick

Over stagnant swampy slick

Stale waters still creek

Try just not knowing

Let your expectations go

And see what remains

Bearing a white rose

Did we write when fears arose

I can’t right your woes

Were butterfly swarms

Hedges bursting with nestlings

Meadows with larks, once?

You can choose the path

But I’ll follow either way

All roads lead to roam

Each year you’re taller

Growing away from our tree

To live is to be

Alone on a limb

Balancing outside and in

I don’t know a thing

Brazen as they set

Honey meadow silhouette

Sweetness follows sweat

Each long summer day

Could be the last time we play

Must I let you go?

Refining sunlight

Purifies simple evenings

Memories locked up tight

Bellows blow bronze smoke

Below the oak canopy

Billowing beyond