It’s the day
Category: creative writing
Whom We Meet
of long nights
the emerging light.
For the totality of this darkness
Or, perhaps we might see them
Living
If I can
see the dawn
even in pain
then all is
well and I have
received a giftIf I can
go out
and feel the breeze
on my face
then I have received
a gracious giftIf someone
knocks
on my door
and is welcomed in
then for me this is
a wonderful giftIf I wake up
tomorrow
and I can breathe
then this
is the gift of life
to be cherished
Experimental
life seen
seemingly watching
winter playground, spectre from
last year, ancient snowman
silent speech
leaves turning again/
yellow, red, gold, harbingers/
gloriously bold
the royal way
a queen may yet look
on death and also tremble
in herself unseen
begin again

and now when ill health
seems to be all, I find new
means of expression
today
beneath the morning
city traffic sounds
savour the silence
14 july 2015
the clearing mist
the singing birds
morning is here