Be still; half-close your
eyes, and listen to the sound
of the universe.



Be still; half-close your
eyes, and listen to the sound
of the universe.
A dream in scarlet
twilight gently falls, and blooms
glow with inner light.
Deep, intense, vibrant
pink: yellow: words can’t convey
begonia beauty.
I was here before
you came, and when you are gone
I will still be here.
In full, lively bloom
yellow weeds absorb sunlight
nod to the river.
Peat brown water, calm
and quiet between the trees
in their summer green.
Lighting up the worm beds on the beach.
We hoked them out, threw them wriggly into buckets.
Damp knees in the damp sand.
Uneasy in the stillness, watching for the yellow hair of fairies,
Hidden in the tide, their voices from another world.
That white beach an other world itself
That sent me home a changeling
Waiting to reclaim myself.
2. Barely rose, pearly in the dawn,
An angry sea throws spray across the wall,
Wrecks the boats tied up beneath the lighthouse on the pier.
Its flashing light lights up the summer picnic island.
Foam spuming flying, keeping all indoors.
Seaweed stranded on the road like giant insects.
And I, an elemental on a swing, lick my salty lips and
And watch the sea for Manaman, its King.
I hear the river
rushing to the sea
onwards always,
splashing over hidden rocks
and weirs,
foaming down the falls.
I tread the river path,
smell the warming earth
and grass. Wild flowers
compete with lilac’s
nodding heads and
sweetest hawthorn
These things which Oscar mourned,
shut away from light and air,
more precious in his mind
than freedom.
I saw these tiny blue flowers beside a bus stop, so small and pretty.
“Fragile blue flowers
compete with leathery green
leavening the whole.”
Trees, plants and grass entwine
Branches, leaves and twigs
Caught in a Springtime tangle
Singing birds alight and leave
The air is filled with Insects, flies and bugs
Creeping, eating, mating, buzzing
Living out their lives in
This great green metropolis.