This blessed dew-filled morning
Butterflies stopped to watch my heart step-dancing

Deep breaths filled my eager lungs
As my mind flew up to higher ranks

It's cause you rose with the sun...
And you shone so hot and bright
I felt no need to go out and run

...Not till sunset came in sight

The day is ending, tell me what now?
When it's done, where do we go?
My sweat feels heavy on my brow
I find myself wanting to scream out; 'NO!'

Venus in violet and teal
With the freedom of windswept tresses
As if it were an intentional statement of style

Ageless, whimsical and spacially vibrant
Wise in a silent wit and comfort

The company of odd believers
Each common space becomes an ashram in her wake

She hums while perusing garments in a dingy op shop
Where discarded boons are strewn haphazardly
The odd triumphant treasure lies enticingly covert among scrap and fodder,
She squints into the drizzling winter afternoon
But she brings brightness and possibility

FORLORN WINTER

Diagonal white stripes
pastelled hills,
may flowers danced for joy,
but that was yesterday.

Now northern winds stir flags
and blossom single, now has double blooms;
the birds sail past, no flap of wings
just glide on currents cold.

From northern hills comes winter,
sprightly as before, she knocks
so softly on our door,
she will come home again.

Some sickie took the clickity-clack
out of the new railroad tracks

It was bad enough they took away
the red caboose

Why can't they leave well enough alone?
I liked things the way they were

Clickity-clack, clickity-clack
coming down the railroad track

blowing that lonesome, wailing whistle
that I love to hear sing out to all

Telling us "hello", "goodbye
as it passes by in the night

Mr. Engineer, blow that whistle
one more time