Fall Rigmarole

chasing nuts—
acorn cache
in a squirrel’s tail 

I Wandered Lonely As A Leaf

The wind flew me high up in the air
I could see clouds all white and fair.

I was a tiny leaf that took the fall
Autumn had made me brown and small.

I missed being on that great oak 
I think I was on that branch that broke.

Then I fell into a gurgling brook 
Got caught in a little nook.

There used to be spring in my leafy step 
Summer’s ardour is now at a low ebb.

I am no longer a leaf that is green and spry 
I miss gazing at the great turquoise sky.

Dear people, know that leaves are the many reasons 
For all of these happening seasons. 

Electric Muse

electrifying effect:
muse 
with a short fuse 

Flying Time

aeroplane sky-
just big enough to 
see me through my journey 

A Falling Star

I am a falling star fading into 
a wish lost in aether 
all that remains of me 
is stardust carried by a zephyr 
luminescence flickers through me 
weightless like a falling star
I drift into reverie…..

Ruptured

the time between 
a burst appendix and breathing -
a surgeon’s knife 
brings her closer to life 

Celestial

One night I chanced upon the Milky Way 
To trod heaven’s superhighway 
It was a celestial sight 
Astral bright 
Luminous Orion 
Darkness enliven 
A beautiful moon enticed 
The tides to sway 
constellations array 
Big Dipper rides 
Empyrean enshrined 
Like a flame thrower
Starry power 
Etches a vignette
Shining croquette 
Cosmic enigma 
Celestial charisma 


I walk the darkness a celestial traveller 
My feet meander beneath the sparkling sky 
In the amber glow of falling eventide 
The night comes softly on moonflowers 
The wind touches me gently 
Coming from the universe’s inside 
Wrapping me in nectar sweetness. 

On The Wall

framed
a mug shot 
of my bucket list 
fragment of my dreams 

Thunderstorm

thunderstorm-
the sound of rain 
on the sea 
foghorn lights up 
tides curve the 
lighthouse path 

rain swings over earth 
going into the soil 
nourishing, awakening 
to push touch roots to blossom 
taking and making into creation 

a silver fountain of 
vanilla constellations 
waltz out of sight 

I dream in a rainy sky.

On The Cutting Board

Said the cutting board to the knife 
When you do your chop chop 
All the veggies go drop drop
Cut up to be curried
In no way hurried 
Steamed, stir fried 
Pickled or dried 
All nutrients supplied
On farmers relied 
When the sky opened up cried 
The soil that crumbled n died 
lived and freshened and happily sighed 

When the veggies went under the knife 
to be skinned and chopped 
they became a gourmet delight 
making digestion alright.