Static Years

New vistas call to me

I feel drawn beyond the horizon

Tired of all the same places my eyes come to rest

Summer creeps, slips by without notice

Autumn always falling next


Wears me thin like my old jacket

Soon the cold

Winter rears its’ ugly head

Back to waiting

Same old dance

Spring rains will come again

Find Spring

Try to outrun the weather

Clouds sever, disconnected from the sun

Bearing down

Storm brewing in the door yard

Hard rain

Soil begging for days

The dry spell is over

Sky coming down in waves

Quick Cycle

Somewhere beyond barren trees and brown spans of grass

Colour comes again

Never meant to last

Passing days of Spring

Leading into Summer

Fall waiting in the wings

Then back to Winter slumber

Season blanketed by snow

Stealing all the covers

Half a year in the cold

Coleoptera And The Like

The green returns

Life’s yearning in the shades

Songs of Spring

Sung by smaller things

Hid away beneath the grass

Some rise, some fall still as you pass

Compound eyes, iridescent sheen

Insects at their work

Some below, some come on wing

Between the Seasons

Last breaths of winter

Bitter cold across my neck

Leaving six months behind me

Grey skies and sunless depths

Grey skies that fade to black

And rise again in muted shades

Spring’s edge

Let the light find this place

Middle Weather

The cold rain falls

Wind whips it helter skelter

Change of seasons upon us

Still caught in the grips of winter

March comes hither

In like a lion

Roaring, clawing at windows

Best take shelter

Then, out like a lamb

Strange days on a northern strand

Eyes Ahead

Hollow words to fill the gaps

Passing time on dreary days

The wind howls

Soon comes the rain

Wash away the signs of winter

Look ahead to spring

Birds, bugs, flower buds, all the greener things