Friday, 7 January 2011

...Next Time with Turrets

Disappointment lingers
for a moment more
plans are sand between my fingers

I will build another castle

Coming Home


Through the frozen glass
a light glows, soft and yellow
I am warmly welcomed
though the house is empty.

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

Winter Sustenance

The sweet aroma, comfort
swirls out in waves, I
taste each flavour in turn,
as each scent grazes
my lips.

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

Rain Returns

Through the glass
the streetlights
form transparent,
psychedelic petals

Monday, 3 January 2011

Amongst the pinprick snowflakes
a solitary sunlit mountain
leaves the crowd in shade

Sunday, 2 January 2011

Outside my door

into darkness
into clear iced air
a shifting silence
laced with amber spangles

Saturday, 1 January 2011

The corked popped at 9.00
the New Year quietly fizzles
with the last glass at midnight