A poet's eyes close
the voice as strong as ever.

fists clenched
what else is there to do?






in memory of my friend Rej Jones who passed away 13/12/11

Bubbles
from a wave
now gone

Misty morning

an old man and the stream

burble on

in memory of JHC

pine coned eyes
cold feet
nuts stuck between my teeth

A feather for whose cap
if you dare to grasp
the dew

Flirting with the wind

an old man

points the way

waiting

the wooden seat

absorbs another sitter

into the garden
the first sounds
bees in the foxgloves

the wind
blows me
and the cherry blossom

upright

the iris

and the lady vase

......and then
my heart with pleasure fills
and dances with the daffodils

Standing still

the garden elephant

forgets the planting

And with the spring

the palm tree dies

remembering winter snows

watch
how our seperate lives
touch moment to moment
(for St Valentine's Day)