The last rain of winter

Rain drops run rivulets Down the iron Along bark They run and they run until they simply run out Soak in and stop Lying in bed I listen to them scatter and thrum Wondering How it would feel To be a raindrop running Joining and splitting, becoming greater, smaller Turning into a puddle, forming a […]


Driving into the setting sun The glare of dusty gold speckles on the windscreen They glisten like jewels, but are just dead bugs Combined with the silver bright halo of haze I am blindfolded For minutes at a time I can’t see the edges of the road The middle is a bright white blurr I […]

It’s just turnip

I walk along a track It sheds gold dust in the wind Coating my jacket Powdering my pants A weed by any other name Turnip, a common pest Yet it makes my insides smile to look at it Winding through fields where the flowers have begun to bloom Spring is approaching And I am watching […]