Low winter sunshine
Casts orange glow on houses
Across the valley
Month: January 2015
Waiting for Summer
Bright winter sunshine
Through branches of leafless trees
Waiting for summer
Birds Singing
Pastoral
Respect
She talks, he listens.
Then he talks and she listens.
Mutual respect.
Homeless
In the shop doorway,
Temporary domicile,
An old cardboard box.
Tiny Flakes
Tiny flaky snow
That does not amount to much
Until the wind blows
Waiting for More
Snow hanging around.
According to old wisdom,
It’s waiting for more.
Speak To Me
Speak to me;
Speak with words that burn
With the fire of love
Casting shadows from deep within.
Speak words that tear at heart strings
To bind them up again,
At one with the kindred spirit
Beating deep inside this lonely soul.
Speak with words
That only you and I can understand;
That tell our story
In shades and colours all sublime.
Speak to me;
Tell me that our love is true;
That nothing can or ever will
Come between us.
Speak to me
With words that draw us close together
In bonds unbreakable
That others cannot comprehend.
Speak to me;
And tell me why you love so strongly,
As I do.
And I will speak to you.