A Season’s Song

Autumn creeps o’er sylvan hills
Cold winds, smoke tinged
Throw blustery chills
Crimson, russet,
Amber spills
The leaves have blown away

Born of heat into cool
Ye who turns emerald to amber
Listen to the work of the mule
With tools and purpose we hear them clamber

Clamorous winds birth turbid skies
Dark clouds, unploughed
Oe’r shaven field
Far above,
The kestrel cries
The harvest months won’t stay

In the light gather ye the product of summer
The gift of life ye placed in the earth
O’er the hills and in the wind comes the scent of night,
The dusk murmurs
Gather ye tools and rejoice by the hearth

Stars and planets coruscate
Late night, lit white
By sickle moon
Shadows falter
Dance, gyrate
The year is dying away

A death to transcend the realm
O’er cosmic bodies it shatters
In her ye are born,
She who allows the seasons to whelm
Dance ye now in the revel of the satyr

Frozen now beneath the earth
Roots stir, concur
Begin to grow:
Greening in
The new year’s birth
The winter will give way

Maw of Winter begins to soften
Ice of the north soon feeds the river
Nature and man alike,
They too leave their icy coffin
For in the spring there is no reason to shiver

Rivers swell with soaking rain
Buds grow, sun’s glow
Brings warmth again
Songbirds pipe
Their sweet refrain
While blossoms gently sway

Born anew the season blooms
Restored, unbroken in stride
Spring comes forth from Winter’s tomb
The season here holds a luster
Gentle rains and warm sun,
In this season they collide

Sunshine strengthens, sultry gold
Things thrive, alive
In ways of old
Vitality
Now takes ahold
We bask in dulcet days

Mighty are Heaven’s rays
Warmth, a flurry of heat
We smile in plentiful fields,
The warm sun on our feet
Here we wait until the end of Summer days

With many thanks to Farron for the beautiful duet – catch them at their poetry OnlyFans now!

Gathering Skeletons

 

I am gathering skeletons

Of human error;

Lurking in the corners

Of my life – rattling,

Refusing to

Collect dust

You May Love

You may love – be sure to keep your distance.
You may care but don’t beget insistence.
You may wish; you won’t get what you wanted
It never could have been the same as what you thought – you’re thwarted.

As I lay me down

And as I lay me down to sleep
I wonder if my soul will keep
Or take the chance of winged flight
Returning with the morning light

Find me

Find me lying
Lying under the snow.
A wishfully-thought peace
Of mind,
Don’t mind
How I go
But I would rather
Foxtrot
Quick! Quick! Quick!
From life, not slow,
For little me
Who never learned to dance
For frightened me
Who never took the chance
For ugly me
Who ne’er accepted love
For stubborn me
Who wouldn’t change enough.
For all my loves
Whose love is just a loss
And finds me lying,
Lying under the snow
Stained dark throughout
And so whiteout
I go
With just one wish:
That I had the gumption
Daring, or even the snow
To accomplish
This.

Freedom from fairytales

Freedom from fairytales
If all we are is shadows
And stardust waiting to return
We never need fear being
Spellbound
And can revel in the freedom
Of our disenchantment.
No call on us to heed
A single second’s breath
We are alive, we live
So what? Is death
The end of everything
We wished for
Or is it simply
Unbeing? Returning
To the ashes and dirt
We came from
Before we learned
To rub those into our wounds
And make them worse.
Is it release,
When hope and pain are over?
Our breath will cease
To matter to what remains
And those we leave behind
Can take our stories
Find the plot-holes
And leave us in peace.

 

With big thanks to poetry-channel-supreme, Jackie Coiffa, whose poem ‘Shadow People‘ inspired this.

Seriously?

Seriously?
This is what’s on my mind?
What’s taking space
While I can’t find peace
Or thankfulness?

Cycle of man

Life is full of circles
Cycles of disappointment
Happiness spun in
Dizzying spirals
And always the larger orbit
Of years
Grinding away 

Ode to Ra

I’d seek me a poet
Too likely to find
Me driven (I know it)
Right out of my mind

With rhymes falling
Somewhere twixt
Someone and Seuss
Something within me
Then giggles, runs loose

Loose like the running
Of fingers through sand
Loose, unbecoming
Laid back on the land
Loose as a goosey
All feathered with down
Words run profusely
Out, back, and around.

Running like rivers
Run into the sea
Upon the sea shore
Should it be Shel I see?
Time runs like diamonds
Turn tumbled and whole
Your world turned to rhyme and
A poem your soul.

 

Sometimes poetry by other poets inspires me to poem – in this case a tip of the poetic hat to Shel Silverstein, by Ra Avis, in her poem ‘I am magnificent’

Sack Nasty 2

It begun as a small thought
Whilst cooking;

My huge steel knife slicing
Dismembering
Vegetables,
Their crisp snap
Of flesh
Sliding
Green, purple, orange, red
Onto the board.