Chance

Morning sputters

into new day

 

Heaven can wait:

I’m tied in tangled

 

skeins of dream

scrambling semaphore

 

of feeling.

 

You’re so sure

of love’s need

 

straight down the line:

so who am I to argue?

 

Shooting stars, a

galaxy of hope

 

un-curdled by life’s

churning

 

Is it time to listen

to your song?

 

See myself through

new eyes

 

wide open.

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September rain

 

Heavy Downpour --- Image by © Anthony Redpath/Corbis

 

 

Rain runs through

gutters of my heart

 

dark floods

late September light

 

& here we are,

the crossroads of

 

Libra:

still hanging on.

 

What is it that

allows the past

 

to breakfast on

our children?

 

To tear new worlds

apart?

 

You, gloomy in

this thunder sky

 

carry your own child

trussed up inside

 

mute & wild

still so blind

 

to your own knife

that butchers.

 

Rain runs through

gutters of my heart

 

we are too old

for time to touch us:

 

& yet as darkness

floods the light

 

you return again

just like before:

 

to haunt me.

 

September song

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Sun beams low

across the stubble

 

cut corn, burnt out

seed scatters footpath

 

I dream of strangers.

 

You called me up

from God knows where

 

asked to stay & play

those games again:

 

but like the sun

& autumn breeze

 

I’ve somewhere else

I need to go.

 

I’ve kept your words

close on my page

 

precise love, wild love

laid on my pillow

 

but this is autumn

of rebirth

 

a chrysalis of all

I’ve learnt

 

as Saturn swings

his heavy hand

 

& age sleeps

on my window:

 

I’ve packaged up

my choices made

 

& like the earth

I wait for snow!