soft now
i hear your leaves sing
rasp low on a summer breeze.
you are music to my jaded ears,
the songbirds blush.
a symphony in green,
my reminder of what could be,
a quiet glimpse of a
different song.
Love
A different perspective
We’re watching swallows
Swoop and dive
Together.
You’re sat,
Warm, safe,
Purrung on my knee.
I’m thinking about days of
Summer.
You’re thinking about
What’s for
Tea.
Same old
Stiff fingers and
Tight words.
You wanted to write about
Hot and bleached and sea
But you’re back to
Cranking out the same
Old;
Disappointment and a
Skinful of lies.
One fine day
Wish it always like this;
Morning fresh
Skies from heaven and
The scent of roses
Round the door
Finish line
looking back at
where you started
can sometimes show you
just
how far you’ve come
even if the end
isn’t yet in sight
Thunderstruck
I’m not sure
Which is more
Magnificent;
The rolling
Thunderstorm
Outside
Or your
Epic snoring
Right next
To my
Right ear
Strong
There are horrors
That you do not see.
The child with bruises
Crying quietly.
The falsely accused
Trying to break free.
The woman shaking
With uncertainty.
You spread fear with your bombs
And terrorist songs.
But people battle every day,
And fear won’t scare their
Lives away
