Wednesday, 28 September 2011

bathing in gold
my face and
the leaves

flying kites into
blue skies

letting go


Friday, 8 July 2011

empty house

an empty house
waiting silently
at the intersection of
time past
and future

plans promises and dreams
a few scattered remains (past)
day night rain sunlight
scarcely touching (now)

an empty house
waiting silently
for life
to enter

Friday, 4 March 2011


I wrote this on a train journey last month. More of a passing cloud than a poem.


bare trees promise
blue sky

Friday, 25 February 2011


hungry for spring
i think it is too early for the leaves
to emerge

let me dwell
a little longer
in my dark cold cell

it is too early, i think, for sunshine
it is too early for the birds to sing