Kin.  

 

When we were young 

we fell from branches

mimicking the swinging

shapes of branching

antecedent hosts the

brachiating apes.

 

 

Old School.

 

My Comprehensive education

wasn’t comprehensive really;

single-sex establishments are

less than comprehensive, clearly.

 

 

Spring.

 

The remnant cold white hush departs.  

Another slow unfolding starts. 

A blush of virgin green imbues 

the sallow land with subtle hues.

 

 

The Final Over.

 

Build bridges, make amends;

division often leaves remainders;

ends aren’t always ends.

 

 

Unlimited. 

 

Colours, notes, and letters  

are limited: but mixed, 

they muster magic endlessly 

as each is freshly fixed.