Fitness test

Those cheerful boys

Who go to sea

Are made from

Stronger stuff than me

Jauntily away to war

They sing and drink

And run ashore

Spending dib dobs

And sipping rum

Heals together

In Number 1’s

Then back to Blighty

For a well earned rest

And a moan about

The fitness test.

The maple tree

At dusk,

The sun capsized reluctantly

Beneath a hill

That chased verdant shadows,

And where butterflies had

 Flapped nervously

Like sailors escaping

A sinking ship.

I walked jauntily,

Whistling through leafy greens

And crunchy browns

In a night

That had become as purple

As plump grapes -

- Startling a maple tree

Whose branches

Were in mid-autumn

I watched it grow

Into a silent

Crimson blush

As if I’d stumbled upon it

While it swooned

Towards the spruce and pine.

Plant life

Following the rain incessant water
That drummed cascading
Endlessly until transparently
Morning                               the greedy
My cheery                           morning
Yellow daisies   yellow
Standing tall now
On their                                 waiting
Verdant stems for
Drank far too much                    the summer.
And
Slightly plump
Bent oddly over
Face (planted)

The War Poet

Forever in autumn

I walked languidly through autumn,
Amongst a wind
That came at me like a whetted knife,
And crisp brown leaves that
Had gathered like old sailors
Jostling for one final parade;
All dressed in their best
Green and brown and autumn coppers.

I followed the birds south,
Past bejewelled webs
And leafy drifts

Thinking of you,
Somewhere;
Your face framed
By hair the colour of deepest night -
- But your heart,
Forever in autumn
Dancing and laughing
In our cinnamon memories
And oranges for eyes.

Misc poem for my love

Like the sky in October...

My love for you is crisp and alive,

with a spectrum of fiery colors that,

fill my heart with magnetic sighs.

Loving you is like the deepest scarlet red.

Like the blush of my cheeks when I see you.

Like blood rushing to my lips when I'm lost in kissing you...

I feel like a rumba.

Though I sit alone in a cafe,

surrounded by the busy People,

I am still.

My mind lingers to thoughts of you...

And all the ways you move me.

All the ways you touch me.

Just like the ocean under the moon,

I am mesmerized.

Like a daydream.

You are my everything.

On a midnight stroll...

Dreaming of him...

In stride...

The Angels

Rochester Cathedral

our love reflected

The War Poet

Autumn blues

After you left
I daydreamed about your smile
And listened to your voice
In the echoes of my mind.

Outside, beyond the loneliness
Of my heart,
the crisp golden rouge
Of autumn tumbled in
Sweeping and floating
In a melancholic haze;

Yet here, alone
With the worn fabric of
My memories
I just existed and fell
Into your smile
That continually looped
Over and over again.