Thursday, June 22, 2017


These days they call
the Autumn of years,
are really no different
to those which would be

called a Summer or a
Spring, or even a Winter,
for, like the seasons, there
is the constant hold of our

being, and the changing
costumes, picked up each
day, dropped at night, found
again, and worn in different

ways. Through all the seasons,
earth, sky, tree remain as them
selves, but dressed in varying
ways, which give the feeling

that they are not the same, and
yet, of course they are, in essence
and form, the same as they have
always been. As are we ….

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Moving house

Packing up the pieces
of a life now gone, soon
to be repeated, in another
home, and yet in the

moving, some things
will not last; different
time and spaces, their
own taste will cast.

In the ever-changing,
flow, of life and place,
there will be a change in
who and what you are.

Sift through those
belongings, treasure and
release, know they hold
no value, in any sense

that's real. People are
what matters, they're
the only plus - all the
rest will be reduced...

simply things and stuff.