Stack up fresh cut cords

Against the cold winter months

Tea warms my rough hands

Flames curl around limbs

Devouring all my rings

Every joyous spring

If I ever go

Back to those deep dark green woods

I will find my home

The fresh Autumn air

Rolls the seasons on again

How many more left?

Ancient melodies

Penetrate my very bones

We are not alone

New willows stand tall

In the strength of summer rain

Is it time for school?

Tireless worker ants

With what are you so busy?

While the years roll on

Clouds of blackbirds flock

Brambles choke the apple tree

Bake them in a pie

Steady rain sets in

Another year is falling

I grow ever old

Wherever I roam

The grass is always greener

Moving on again

Dark green conifers

Still standing on these mountains

Before and after

Creeping through sand dunes

Bears and wolves prowl silently

Well exacted fear

Abandoned sandals

Wait on the fence for their partner

Hanging like lost souls 

Leaping out headlong

And falling head over heels

Into shifting sand

Moonlit castles slide 

Knights in shining armour glide

Until the king dies 

Under heavy rain

Canvas stretched by summer storms

Painting our lives now

The Atlantic chill

Burns against my summer skin

Spreads into my bones

A horizon scarred
Blood red clouds in rank and file

Reflect in sand pools

And when I return

To those sea battered outcrops 

I go back in time

When the sun breaks through

And we bathe in orange light

Will you remember?

Mountain storms brewing

Black clouds crack the sky open

Batten down the roof

Unfolding flowers

Droop and fall in the hot sun

The fruit of my hands

Trying to escape

This prison of possessions 

Simply simplify

Garden pottering

Tangled branches overgrown 

Rearranging weeds