EARLY SPRING   Daffodils are a month early A summer fragrance invades my senses The elders are pushing A young bee practices on a dandelion Buttercups everywhere Chestnuts make green fists Everything seems forward A robin chants its Lenten message on a stump To ease my concerns.      

  I LOVE IT I love it when the leaves peel their blankets back And blossom like new babies show their heads Where the sun casts an eye upon the river And turns the dull into a silver path Where the wind bells the trees with tingle And frost keeps a hand in everywhere Craig's… Continue reading I LOVE IT

IN THE CORNER OF MY BATHROOM  A SPINDER HANGS BY A THREAD  WAITING FOR A FLY NOT TIRED BY WAITING PATIENT TO BE PATIENT SILENT IN ITS SILENCE CONTENTED TO BE CONTENTED THERE IT SITS  HOUR AFTER HOUR DAY AFTER DAY TILL SOMETHING HAPPENS THE TINY THREAD BREAKES IT FALLS  AND WILL BE NO MORE

EVERY MORNING I MET MY FRIEND OLLIE IN BASIN STREEET BESIDE OUR OFFICE HE ALWAYS GAVE ME BAD NEWS THIS MORNING I SAW HIM STOP AT THE BRIDGE BESIDE THE CANAL HE WAS THINKING OF THE BAD NEWS HE WOULD GIVE ME THERE WAS NO GREAT BAD NEWS ON THE RADIO THAT MORNING OLLIE SPLUTTERED… Continue reading MORNING MEEETING

I BEND THE BENDING   I bend the bending Turn the turnstile Throw the rosette away The horse that stands in the field The gulls that fight over a maggot The air bitten by the chaffinch The wren that squeals on intruders The crane that finds its spot in silence   Mind that screeched, roared,… Continue reading I BEND THE BENDING

I BEND THE BENDING   I bend the bending Turn the turnstile Throw the rosette away The horse that stands in the field The gulls that fight over a maggot The air bitten by the chaffinch The Kuko that kills the young The wren that squeals on intruders The crows that chase the seagull The… Continue reading I BEND THE BENDING

 Wrens making love in the ivy  I could stretch out my hand and touch them

I MET A SNAIL IN THE WOOD I met a snail in the wood Carrying its house on its back I knocked at the door No response I knocked again A little head popped out Horns angling for a fight It extended itself To full fighting size Asking what I wanted I answered in a… Continue reading I MET A SNAIL IN THE WOOD