Wild

Seize the day as night comes slowly
to gather and hide the Light.
Be present in your breath for
therein lies the wisdom of your Life.
Crack wide the rigid bones of your ribs
for there, nestled within that cage,
lies the cavern of your wild and glorious Love.

Passion

PASSION was in the trees today….
how they crashed and bashed around
being shaken by high winds….
the winds of focus and intent,
unapologetic for raping branches and twigs,
leaving them quite bare and staccato like.
Golden, bronzed leaves came
flying horizontally through the air
like flat stones skipping on the tide,
as folk stumbled in and out of parked cars
like Lowery’s stickmen,
facelessly leaning into the wind.
I needed air….. I flung wide the windows
and let late Autumn blow its way through
and out, back up into the dappled sky…….
There is passion in my house tonight….
the wind came calling my name today
and has left his heart with me ………..