In the darkest deeps

Never sure what might be found

Hidden underneath

Cold muscles shiver

As the axe bites in a knot

Even mountains shake

As the falling sun

Paints the clouds like a rainbow

Now I am alive

The taste of new leaves

The sound of long spring evenings

The smell of Ramsons

Still lost and confused 

All that I touch turns to dust

Though I tried my best

Underground I sleep 

Until the spring sun wakes me

From long lucid dreams

A baby cony

Tucked away in my warren

Warm and safe and dry

Clear blue crystal skies

Quiet birdsong haunts me still

When I remember

When the blind lead us

We follow, with hopeful hearts

Into the pitch dark

April sun is warm

The sleepy winter is gone

And all life is here

Bending the willows

Who take root and shoot skyward

Wherever they fall

In an empty sky

Your melting Icarus wings

Land in deep blue eyes

Cumulonimbus

Rolling darkly overhead

A murder of crows

The Earth and her moon

Spin and rotate together

Symbiotically 

Golden daffodils

Will soon be hanging dead heads

Years leave us behind

On the patio

In the fading evening glow

Imagine the past

Each day is different

The yesterday you is gone

Try not to forget

Across swelling seas
Currents rip and tides spring to

Bring you back to me

Like a little kite
The line waxing and waning
Reel me in again

Salty blue pools ebb
And trickle into the sea

Following the moon

Whispers in the night

Winding through secret dark lanes
Only in starlight

Solitary heron

This hazy grey evening light

Belongs to your kind

Everything stood still

In this hazy spring evening

To watch the birds glide

Were you standing here

My arboreal old friend

When they laid these stones?