Rare ripples reflect

A secret silent shoreline

All we see is waves

Her haze hangs heavy

As our gaze is drawn back south

By herony squarks

Lost in heady scent

Follow the lines we were sent

In dollar and cent

And suddenly leaves

Radiate verdant’s essence

Redefining green

Even dirt can shine

The roughest can still climb

My journey is mine

Ivy climbs these stairs

A solo mission without

A destination

The robin’s pure song

Never sharp or flat or wrong

Where do I belong?

Strong hands have folded

Brilliant minds have faded

Yet the work remains

I emerge again

From my frozen chrysalis

Rising to new heights

But when I return

All the garden will be filled

With leaf dappled shade

Where do you shelter

From the blustering March winds?

Hunger outweighs fear

I wish I could trace

All the lines upon your face

And the tales they chase

Patiently he waits

As I spade open the ground

For a wormy feast

Magenta skyline

Ever reaching Poplar spines

Anywhere but mines

Sun pendulum swing

Bring us back the light again

I forgot your face

Can I see myself

As other people see me

And would I want to?

Scrape the scales away

Open up my morning eyes

Heavy with fresh dew

Launch from Hawthorne branch

Escaping from your prying

Colours thick with dew

Look beyond your eyes

Perspective opens the mind

Lean to the outside

Willow leaves and bends

Breathe in as the scent ascends

Spring is here again

Climb another beech

Look out at the city reach

Hear words without speech

Soon the leaves will bud

Covering your fragile limbs

Feet slide in the mud