The work of my hands

Will fall and fail like the grass

I will outlive it

A tawney owl hoots

Soft in the still summer night

Tired eyelids droop

Moonlight dancing on

Gentle eddies and currents 

A babbling brook

Early pond skaters

Dancing above polliwogs

In sunlight ripples

I will always be

There, for you and here with you

Never letting go

New dandelions

Soak up incessant drizzle

Is it summertime?

Honey sweet May flowers

Dancing with bees in the sun

Bumbling about

From inside the hive

The source of sweetness and light

The drones labour on

Am I an island

Floating across the blue depths?

Throw me an anchor 

Summer rains louder

Beating on thousands of leaves

A stormy tattoo 

In wood smoke signals

We reach out across the miles

Desperate to be heard

On warm summer wind

Carrying your silent voice

Between fresh sprung leaves

When I’m dead and gone

Every memory fades away

These words will be gone 

Inside every swarm

The workings of the hive mind 

Together we stand

A lonely cottage

Swallows nesting in the thatch

Cobwebs left behind

Wherever I go

How’ere far away I roam

I won’t forget you

Lunch in the garden

Striped table cloth mismatched plates

A vase of flowers

Through misty sea glaze

Foundations settled on sand

Slowly slip away

Wandering drifting

Rambling roaming roving through

Meandering lost

Silver sickle moon

Swings slow and low through the sky

Sometimes I forget

A tawny owl hoot

Rippling through the still night

Never ending eyes

Thundering rumbles

The war cries of clashing clouds

Tearing us apart

Reflection staring

Back into my copper eyes

Misunderstanding 

A black soup swirling

Around dusty chimney stacks

Luna cortana