Archive - Poems

The rain is steady.
Grey holds the day
between its cold shoulders.
Time is slowing
as leaves sow themselves
onto the ground,
waiting to turn into earth again.  read more »

What is the age of a moth,
fluttering in darkness
and counting days in eddies
of light?
A spoonful makes the measure
of life.  read more »

The sun
rolls into the waiting sky
as the earth tilts towards it.

Cleaning teeth, eating porridge,
feeding cats,
are prosaic ways to welcome it.  read more »

As snow blows
and we huddle in our
hoods and scarves
trees drop their leaves
and abandon last years fashion,
scattering skirts and underwear  read more »

The sun is a bowl
holding heat on my skin
like love,
soaking into my bones,
into my mood
like balm.

My knots unravel,
my pressures melt away.  read more »

Today
the sky is filled with cloud,
not a blanket grey
that hugs the sky close
so the air seems dimmed
by the bruise of it,
but a duvet of down  read more »

Give me a feather bed
to lounge the winter in
and a down duvet
to snuggle to my ear.

I hear the snow
will be deep this year  read more »

I have warm slippers
to slip my feet in
as I pad to the dark kitchen.
There is a slice of lemon
in my glug of sparkling water.
The house hums its night song  read more »

Thanks and oh yes
for this bright-folding day
green-girdled and sun-stretched,
heavy with lazy stillness,
stirred but not shaken by  read more »

The ash tree
holds the sky,
chewing chunks of blue
between its boughs.  But beyond
the sky is full again
and stoops towards the tree
to hold its branches.  read more »