Between wake and sleep

Drifting at the edge of dreams

In half light limbo

A fork in the road

Dividing my possessions

Where do I call home?

Tectonic plates slide

The earth quakes and then divides

Find a place to hide

The work of my hands

The labour and toil of days

Has come to nothing

Anything could hide

In the groaning gloomy room

Behind that closed door

Today is your life

What are you waiting for?

Right here and right now

Gusts creep towards us

In the shadowy surface

Of the dark waters

Red sun slips away

Squirrels slowly turning grey

Werewolves come to play

Red bricks green with moss

Slowly returning to clay

They will outlast us

On the quiet chase

Between unwanted pine trees

Regeneration

Making decisions

Gives you more freedom than not

Making decisions

Sitting on a cliff

Watching distant passing ships

Moonlit clouds adrift

These tall ever greens

Strong and bold, grey and old, trees

Overshadow me

Under dark damp earth

Still gathering momentum

Summer is waiting

Thick cloud surrounded

The last few scraps of woodland

As the sun went down

Oil and vinegar

Autumn, twilight, shoreline, dreams

Syrup and bacon

Murky marsh muddle

Stumble around the middle

Dragonflies meddle

Across marsh and moor

Intrepid explorers roam

In Wellington boots

Behind fake smiles

Complicated feelings hide

We keep them inside

Violent violet veins

Violate vile vapour trails

Divide the sunset

I’m trampled over

The surplus, washed up, beach junk

Let the tide take me

Broken flags languish

At the water’s dark edges

Wild cat tails pounce

Ideas are sketches

If you draw a thousand lines

One will be just right