Tuesday, 27 November 2012


autumn was thorough and
stripped the trees

how is it that
not naked, nor unclothed
they stand
how is it that
not cold, nor shivering
they stand
with dignity –

while even summer's foliage will never hide our shame

as the clouds break
branches beckon
the overwintering

Friday, 16 November 2012

walking at night

through the darkened streets
by the moonlight
hiding behind clouds
nobody sings
the wind's blown out the lanterns

Monday, 12 November 2012


on the bare branches buds
promise next year's leaves
this morning
i put all my faith in this promise
all my dreams on this tree

Friday, 9 November 2012


she picks fading flowers from the grass
an ambulance speeds past

she looks at me and smiles

runs towards me, fading flowers in her fist:
they are for you, let us go home now

and we go
the siren's sound is fading, seagulls cry
i clutch the wilted clover and her hand