Reflection of a Dead Dragonfly

As winter is upon us and
The heavy duvet togs me down
Warm, away from the frosty world
I look back to warmer days.
Finding only a long dead Dragonfly
Gripping still his cold and once
Most favourite perch above the mire.

Early Autumn

soft black berry
hidden amongst the red –
thorn in my finger

Off-course

shy birdsong among
silent cherry blossoms –
seagulls on the lawn

Seasons Captured

green lawns dotted
in bees and fallen blossom –
bite of an apple

Barefoot and Redfaced

my feet are a
labyrinth in the maze –
lobster on the beach

All Hail! Summer

hard summer rain
leaves a stark image –
your snowy nipples
peas frozen on the vine –
nature beats industry

Sticky

mote to self
waste not want not
recycled post-it
notes world domination
our world is covered

Happy Happy Sad. Repeat.

Looking out through my reflection
I hear the pride of the Robin,
chest puffed into the early sun.

Below fevered Sparrows strip-mine
last years leaves into untidy slag.

A weary Gull struts centre stage and
the heavy footed dance begins;
hobnails softened on the heads of worms.

Dark under Rhododendron cover Boris
watches all with a commando crawl,
a black cloud oozing forward as
whiskers whip back the crowds.

A disgusted banging razes all hope;
only still and silent remain whilst
the warm imprint of the hand of God
fades slowly inwards from the sky.

In the bathroom I shave the frown
from my face; lighter now that
I don’t see myself staring back.

Outside, courage tickles away
tightness from bellies as
they lurk outside my world.

Tweet Tweet

birds rise early
to micro blog the morning –
new dawn for old

Hedging

flailed white sticks
of the winter beech hedge –
my shattered nerves