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

I have lost myself

A piece buried deep inside

Suddenly missing

Isolating rain

Beats against my window pane

Wash me down the drain

Through the beating rain

The dogs snapping at our heels

We ran to the dark

Slate slabs standing strong

Against wind and waves and tide

Until the land slides

In the dawn chorus

At the first light of the day

In a sleepy daze

Inside Merlin’s cave

Under an ancient ruin

Where two oceans meet