Come soon!

Outside on the deck, cinnamon tea and a sneak cigarette I try to write the night.
The kid next door plays the piano and a turtledove coos from a nearby telephone wire.
Gentle wind rustling the trees reminds me of autumn leaves crunching under my boots, Easter egg hunts and play adventures.
In my dreams, an other life, I hold your hands and feel your smiles - still so warm and precious in my heart.
Come soon! Everything is ready and waiting on you.

On Femininity .... for my daughter.

The essence of a woman? Soft round curves and fine features, naturally rosy cheeks and pink lips, delicacies to touch and taste and smell. The emotional cycles that drive tears, laughter, sadness and joy. It colours our relationships. The ones we value and foster. And as you share your tears and joys and fears, your dreams and laughter it drives a power within , a strength to stay with things just as they are – until, you find the courage to fight for wrongs left un-righted for too long. Value this gift, for your unique femininity is your creative expression, your sexuality, your power, your vulnerabilty, your love, your grace, your sanity, your joy and your sorrow.

Time to sing

Rain falls softly, steadily
The air, thick with freshness 
glows translucent green as
leaves wave droplets to the ground

Spring occasions melancholy 
moving rocks, clearing dusty corners
remembers 
long forgotten sadness.

Sunday morning silence 
- broken -
the seductive call of a bird. 
Perhaps to another. 

Her song
unquestioned
confident
has grown within her. 

A salutation to this moment
It is her place to sing!

And then again there’s silence. 
Just raindrops falling.