I took a picture of our house today
in the hub cap of a car
parked across the street because
it looked spectacular
The car, the house, reflection
I’m talking ’bout all three
and something in particular
there which fascinated me
Reflection the raindrop
there in the field
where gathered water falls
and, caught in a moment
with a tear in my eye
I am enamoured as
Mother Nature’s beauty calls
A soliloquy for Christmas
with a little introspection
Thinking of the year that’s been
in pensive contemplation
And looking forward to the next
anticipation growing
For all the promise that’s in store
A smile, as I’ve the knowing
Summer in the water
reflected by the green
Its millpond surface smooth
reflecting where I’ve been
Days of warmth and pleasure
bathing in the sun
Life exuding nature
enjoyed by everyone
Early morning in St James’
A black swan came swimming by
Reflected in the water
as if to beautify
It was a peaceful moment
London slumbered all around
and in the stillness of the hour
I could barely hear a sound
Shiny shiny
the river today
as slow to the sea
it ebbs on its way
On the footbridge I pause
and soak up the sun
on this wonderful morning
as the day is begun
Shadow of a crown of thorns
high up on the wall
held there in a flickering light
sweetest thing I saw
Around me people quietly prayed
the Spirit, moving, felt
a whispered word, a silent prayer
shared as people knelt
With reflections in puddles
as I’m walking along
the timbre of my thoughts
falling naturally to song
the rhythm of the world
helps me hum a little ditty
as it’s mirrored down there at my feet
looking really pretty
Everyone I know cherishes their time off
So my weekends mix time to work and play
But too often when the sun rises after that
It heralds forth what I call Morose Monday.
Bright lights on Salts Farm pierce the half light
The remnants of night time remain
As in this silence before the waking hour
I pass by on the red eye train
Poet's Corner 