Tired broken wings

Bounce against the window pane 

Another trapped wasp

It’s only the rain

Slipping through open fingers 

And out of our hands 

Down this cul-de-sac 

Topiary stunted hedgerows 

And stagnant puddles 

Wild blackberry blossom 

Spills over grown dusty paths

You can take but one 

Grey clouds in white skies

Holding streams of rain inside

White clouds in grey skies

Behind in between

Separated underneath

Hidden lost useless

Stones wobble and rock

Boulders ready to topple

A balancing act

Soggy sea mist shrouds

The long lost mountain passes

I ran for my life

If we could see stars

Or the full face of the moon

They would be the same

As we approach near

To the black Welsh mountainside

I hear them calling

Shapes and patterns drift

Red line on the horizon

Lava sunset clouds

Sockets connecting

Words escaping without thought

Silent hearts beating

Long July evenings

Reveal their secrets slowly

Just like an old friend

Long shadows stretching

Across the fields and canals

Like time travellers

Freshly mown thatching

Soft and warm between my toes

Summer smells of grass

Tawny kestrel wings

Hover over golden wheat

Where harvest mice creep

Another year gone

Half my life has sped away

Will the next half drag?

If I built a raft

And paddled down the canal

Where would I end up?

When the river bends

And the stars come out and shine

I will lift you up

Black feet and white wings

Scamper ‘cross the open lake

Rise up flightless bird

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A still quiet house

Head swims suspended in brine

My tired eyes close

As the sea tern swoops

Skimming above the water

My heart in his wings

Swiftly, silently

Swooping silver sea swallows

Surge, surpass, succumb

Gentle western clouds

Soften the sunset skyline

Another day melts