Seasons

Bluebells in the meadowreflected the colour of her eyesas they laid togetherunder fresh spring skies. Months were long when summer cameand the sun glistened in her hair.They sat on the rivers edgetogether, without a care. Autumn called with jewels of gold,their lips came together under weakening rays.They kicked and laughedrunning through the cooling days. They wanted forever and a dayuntil winter brought a mighty chillto the love that was growingbut now, lay dead and still. Continue reading Seasons

Early Morning We Walk

The silence, Meaning only nature, Cooing, Chirping, Twittering. The coolness of shortening shadows, The freshness of the awakening Spring, Breathe deep, The smell of the season’s flora, As the neighbourhood slumbers, As we, Early morning walk. It could be a Monday, Or a Thursday, Or any week day, In these days of different ways, But no, It is Sunday, And still it feels, Unlike the others. No church bells chime, No calling clang, But it is too soon, As, Early morning we walk. But even if later, The church bells are dumb, Redundant, Furloughed, Until a time to ring out, … Continue reading Early Morning We Walk