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Waiting
Documenting the silence
the bus stop is almost reclaimed by nature
until the bus arrives after a long conversation
with the broken country path
in a meditative rhythm each morning
disgorging the mood
its wheels on cast aside leaves
inbetween the sun barely awake
in the early morning sky
and the sinking moon
recording the moment afterwards
restlessly in symmetries in gentle wind
...
Tuesday 6th July 2021 6:09 pm
Spring is here
Spring is here
with blue skies
following us home
from work every night
like a loyal pet dog.
Spring is here
with a rosy twang
in the air
instead of an ice cold shiver
that chills you
to the bone.
Spring is here
with people throwing
their coats over their backs
and opening up
the windows on their cars.
Spring is...
Wednesday 6th April 2011 8:05 am
Spring is Coming
Spring is coming
And faces were pressed
Flat against the windows.
Spring is coming
Breathless and touching
From a distance.
Spring is coming
Like a child
Which is deep inside.
Spring is coming
Like a long lost love
As the sun sneaks
Past the windowsill
In the morning.
And over the shoulders
Of your sleeping be...
Monday 14th March 2011 8:14 am
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