Riding the Storm

The air feels heavy with foreboding as colour leaches out of the daylight greyness turns coppery and progresses to near darkness Lightening flares and strobes across the sky as thunder rolls like cannonades the jagged spears tear open the sky the world is      phosophorus illuminated then fades back to near darkness The stormContinue reading “Riding the Storm”

Butterfly or Moth updated 

Butterfly or Moth, Beautiful markings plight it’s troth, The one gets applauded, the other disdained, Yet each is beautiful, if we view unrestrained, The day and the night, Each has a part, if we use our foresight, Butterfly or Moth, just look and see, A beautiful creature born to be free. Butterfly or Moth, WhichContinue reading “Butterfly or Moth updated “

The sun

The sun rises, the sun sets A constant in our days lest  we forget Blue sky or cloudy grey The sun is shining adding  warmth in the day Summer or winter the sun is there Adding the light for us to share The sun rises, the sun sets A constant in our days lest weContinue reading “The sun”


Catastrophe, conflagration, consummation Firey furnance, feasts forrestation Calamity, catastrophic conclusion Mortals, mettle, meaningless Bravery, beautifully breathtaking Local lives, liberated Nature’s nadir, nonentity Catastrophe, conflagration, consummation Regrowth, rebirth, reclaimation.


​ December feels just like spring Weather warm no cold swing Dark and damp the winter nights Gloomy days a few are bright Rain and gales the weather gives No crisp cold frost the warmth forbids The season marches further on Christmas creeps up hit that gong Presents bought and cards a wing Mood adjustsContinue reading “Winter”

Winter Haiku

​ In the lanterns glow Bare frosted branches spark  Darkness of winter 🎑🎑🎑🎑🎑🎑🎑🎑🎑🎑🎑 Drab dreary days depress Winter of the long dark nights  Glow of the Holly Berry ❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄ Winters creation falls Intricate snowflake Chaos and Joy unfold


​The relentless beat of insect wings The incessant  drone of the bee Sounds so loud to my sensitive nerves So many sounds for free The hunting cry of the owl at night The barking of the fox All these sounds are so intense  A quintessential paradox Heightened awareness seems to me A product of newContinue reading “Paradox”