Harvest
We may all be wasted seeds
blown along by the autumn breeze
scared and scattered
scarred and shattered
but if we work together hard enough
if we plough and sow and reap our love
there will be sunflowers this time next year
there will definitely be sunflowers, dear.
Confidential Memo – rather sensitive
OUR NEW COLLEAGUE CAROLINE HAS BEEN
HIRED TO SHRED THE WORLD.
Turns out it was an awful mistake after all
and rather than cause appalling embarrassment
greater powers than we have decided to see if
the whole unfortunate matter can be
solved quietly as let’s see – an administrative error
now we will endeavour with the least possible fuss
to put things right for all of us
no recrimination or blame but all the same
please keep this under your hats
we don’t want leaks or litigation
just a resolution to this bothersome situation.
END OF MEMO
Rain
Whisky skies split splashing us to work
purposely bursting sandbagged streets
drenching pigeons grounded in the downpour
spilling the bellies of belching grids
riotous rivulets racing buses like babbling boys
in the serious city the capillary action
of wet feet escapes us from suited restraint
and umbrellas abandoned arm in arm we puddle jump.
Ssshh…
On this dozing cosy cricket listening afternoon
first fire comforts soft summer bones
hot steaming apple licks our fingers
and spicy pie conversation draws close
to contemplate hibernation.
Badger
If we cull our words
so death may be executed
with minimum disruption
we are as vulnerable
as our musky friends.
There is no freedom for
those who bury their heads.
Beyond the Valley
The night fire blazes
casting shadows across the hills
acrid smoke scorching the throats of trees
They hold their ground
wrapping order in roots regrouping
on ancient acclivities and in wiser minds.
Treasure
Meet with joy and loneliness
speak with panic sleep with rest
rise with the lift accept the fall
lay out these gifts and love them all.
