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 »