The Stream Runs Slow Tonight
The stream runs slow tonightPast well remembered placesSilentSlothfulSensualUnlike the floods of youthWide-rangingDevastatingHungry
Remembrance
What has passed
The leaves are turning nowAway back homeNights are drawing inWood fires litAgainst late evening coolMists in early noonRolling over stubbled
At the grave of James Hogg, The Ettrick Shepherd
Silent stone word carvedBy church and heathSays so littleOf the soul that liesUnder turfAnd skyWhat spark was litFrom that mortal
A Homecoming
Suburban walls, suburban gardens,Suburban bricksConfront meA decade onSo much has changedBehind my suburban exteriorAm I as unrecognisableAs the scene before
When the world stops
The coffee cup grows cold slowly in my handWhilst I, distracted, think on you.Then the world surrounding meStopsAnd I lose