Seeds of the universe.

The seeds lie before me, etching out our torrid past, different colours and sizes; waiting to explode their wisdom, our histories, waiting to enter the ground feal the sacred waters, blossom into the crops of life, invigorating the tired earth, we eat, see the green, conserve the seed of our ancesters, and envision our little…

Our soul song.

and the music is deep inside, moving with a geat current, building into our universe, us two here in isolation being happy creating a cheese cake together and our music grows deep down inside, as we smile and ask for more.

The moon and I

This light and I write deep into the dark of night, while the moon slowly peeps through the silhouetted branches of a tree, slowly I look up catching the near full moon, lighting the moody tree tiredness receedes into the soul of the poem.

Choices.

Choices; thinking, always thinking, choices. What to write what not to say, or should we hint, and I wonder if the choices will me on, or hold me back, as I sit puzzled under this great tree.

Something new

Sorry! It has been several weeks since I added anything onto my blog, or even looked at it. First my email account which I was using to keep intouch, broke down, so need to attach my blog to a new one. Which I will soon do. Then work has taken its toll, with us working…

The Trees lament.

Crack, another nearby tree goes down in the torrid winds that blow from different directions, heralding the change of season, when I like many of my fellow trees am full of new growth , pollen, seeds and vigger, but still I wory that I too will fall, you see the two legged animals, who spoil…

Natures realm.

I strode apon the heartland of forever, stride by careful stride through the thoughts of rolling mountains, rippling streams, forrests and vegetation, with animals abounding, birds soring on the currents of my mind, as I sit , looking out of my window dreaming of walking in natures realm.

Tree words 2

A lonely dove bobbed under my great bow picking up seeds in the green grass, usually there are more who come to visit, but now the noise has returned, the air is fowl, but I am helping with that, as I normally do. In my long life time starting when this area was still wild…

Shivering!

The sun shone brightly the cold ached in my bones, I was well, but many weren’t, I opened the door, smiled at the sun, took a step out and crunched on a hundred thousand bodies. I drew back in bewilderment, locked the door, sitting by the window, wondering, wondering, shaking and cold in the midday…

covet19 state of mind.

The mountains shimmer in the distance, the winds begin to blow, unease seeps through the midday heat; as mirages flow through our beings, we panic: Is there any way out of here?