Inspiral Daze

Whispering wheat fields

confess secrets to skylarks

while silent sun sinks.

Though dark skies approach,

a pocketful of sunshine

glows on defiantly.

Distant eruptions:

sun rises languorously

in rare empty skies.

Like paused memories,

the tide’s residual ripples

always change with time.

Bare blue beginnings;

vibrant flashes of promise

cruelly out of reach.

Silent Valentines

watch the tide drift idly in.

No treasure today.

A soft focus world

stretches to infinity.

Will it ever end?

Snowflakes in my hair,

I blend into the landscape.

Here by choice, not roots.

Gilded New Year’s Day

melds molten-like into dusk.

Promises glow on.

Woken by silence:

A Dickensian morning

revealed by slow dawn.