As the Earth Turns

i breathe the crispness of autumn air
and miander onwards without a care
leaves crushed beneath my feet
through yard, forest, field and street
and i can feel the earth turn

my mind drifts through memories
images fall like leaves from trees
melancholy, mirth and energetic glee
my life, my time, everything me
and i can feel the earth turn

sounds of traffic, a distant roar
like endless waves upon a shore
dreams and hope arise from each
what lessons will this day teach
and i can feel the earth turn

Thinking

darkness of hour and with heavy head
i strive to find the desire for bed
the calm outside and warmth of air
soothes my mind. So without a care
i write as if my hands are free
and think of us, our happy three.

visions impressed upon the brain
re-enacted at once, and then again.
though distance denies, i feel near
to the ones that i hold dear
i miss this pleasant company
and think of us, our happy three.

with fingers tapping and wine in hand
i remember moments that were so grand
and smile because they felt so real
and look forward to repeat with zeal
again i say with resplendent glee
i think of us, our happy three.

Sun

gentle splendour of summer sun

you rise out from the gloom

pushing back the dark grey clouds

to bring new blossom to bloom

your kind heart feeds the wanton leaves

and nourishes at dawn

bringing light to life and with it to,

the time of flower and fawn.

your eager glow and warm embrace

a kiss upon the land

touching that lies under rays

with a caressing hand.

as day ebs, you bow your head

and sink into the ground

to let dusk come and let night rise

until days break is found.

Jolly Thursday

The day bakes and summer beats down

The flowers crane their heads skywards

Inside the air is cool, but my dreams are outside.

Torso exposed. Skin craving suns touch.

Ice cream, cold beer, iced cappuccino.

The trusty Westy bubbling on the windy road.

To Fall River, along the lakes.

Wind gushing through open windows.

A dip in the cool water.

Flesh left glistening.

Driftwood

softly swept out from the shore

driftwood comes and is no more

among the waves and surf and foam

it rocks and floats til it finds home.

Thought for the Day

Faithless: God is a DJ

It's a natural grace
Of watching young life shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends

Happy New Year!!

Well, its been quite some time. In the absence there have been good times and bad times, tears, laughter and new directions. I'm now the proud father of three beautiful children. I recognise that previous posts may have been more on the negative side, but I'm making a mental promise to myself to keep any future posts to be positive only. But... future posts means for tomorrow. So.... others look at my life and believe that it is so beautiful and so perfect. Well, far from and the jealously is unjust and belongs better to me than to you. I'm tired, I'm hurting, I'm feeling a lot older than my young years of 37, and honestly, by now, if I had a concept of what my future should bring - I don't, its totally up in the air. Tomorrow is another day... we'll see how that one pans out - secretly I wish that the day would contain less than 24 hours, so I can get it over and done with in a lot less time. Roll on Summer, fresh pastures, new air, new beginnings. The rut is hazardous and demoralizing. I need to get out. Til another day