Category Archives: Poems

An Ode to Spring

I listen to the breeze sing,
As the air strums to a different string,
The bees are in love, soften their sting,
The boughs, laden with colour, sway and swing
While the birds take flight on a joyous wing
Oh, what splendour it brings
When it arrives gently, graceful Spring,
To each and every little thing.


When all else is done

When all else is done
The business of living and loving
Bills, cooking, cleaning, coupling,
Ebbing with the little despairs,
Flowing with the days,
Watching with uncomprehending eyes
As age creeps stealthily
Through the skin,
The years of wishing, dreaming, hoping
And dying to each moment.

When all else is done
And the skies have changed their colours
For the millionth time
The sea waves have crashed
And carved the rocks
And carried the scent of lost lands to your hair
The tides have rolled by, the seasons have turned
The feelings you thought were etched in your heart
Have now ebbed away
And the rains have come and gone
And washed your soul yet again

When all else is done
What will remain?
The green glistening leaf
Swaying gently in the lilac kissed breeze,
Against the orange flecked twilight sky
And the cry of the birds
Slicing the evening air
Far,far away.



In the quiet stillness of a leaf
Beneath the whisper of the breeze
In the wave’s surrender to the shore
Behind the space of each moment’s door
On the edge of the horizon’s crimson hue
Curling around the cusp of a silver moon
Listen deep within you and feel it course
Through it all, a silent force:
The eternal breath of the primal source.11109197_10152823654216723_5743637493692839552_n

Still Point

A still point can come upon you
Quite suddenly
At the instant a sharp fragrance
Sizzles from the pan and hits the air,
In the heart of the long-forgotten strains of a song
Spreading on the waves of a faraway breeze,
At the centre of a dance movement
Where the rhythm enters your entire being,
And when out of blue, a silver moon
Slides over the green gaze of a tree.