perseverance / the last of the fire / continues to glow

wondering what / it all means / the sparrow and I

partial eclipse / some things / remain hidden

dark morning / rains blurs / the only light

waiting for words / I wish I'd heard / dark skies

moments like hours / the dust lingering / in the corner of the eye

white lines the water / the constant sea / watching and waiting.

lengthening days / clouds conceal / the light that comes.

between the branches / something stirs / the heron's glance.

waning moon / seeing something more / in circles of the sky

empty tracks / all we know / blurred through a window.

rain on fountain / water meets water / enchanting the eye

dampened field / moisture's touch / drowns the blades

closed place / where we once sat / an empty soup bowl.

ever echoing / stillness and / the sombre sound of strings

once again / the words come / heavy rain.

misty windows / hiding the truth / that lies outside

pale hand / with waking word / early frost.

light shadows / cast by the unseen / avoidable truth

floodlit church / the final chord / fills the corners

an afternoon drive / beneath the wheels / the unseen.

mild morning / the river turns / in new cycles

Brightening sun / seeing it all / in a new light

through the window pane / the blurred lights / forever move

ever echoing / the laughter of those / left behind

sixth form lounge / each circle speaks / in different tongues

persistent rain / the trees holding / all they have

the silhouette / branch upon branch / behind the blue

broken glass / clear tears / across the floor

descending dark / outshining the moon / the damp streetlights

first sun / the blackbird digs / a little deeper

on the page / marking the words that are not mine / the tea ring

rising sun / the tumbled bucket lying / we are what we are.

among the green / the hope of spring / white bulbs

watching the water / her eyes hunt hopeful / for the heron

dark evening / all that lasts / the hum of cars

softer soil / still digging deeper / for the truth

her voice / across the birdsong / arrival of dusk

walled garden / within the rock / all is held

dampened glass / seeing less / the road erodes

afternoon's end / on the horizon / the waking lights

face in hand / her words filling / the empty local

the last of the light / blinking on the estuary / the truths hidden

talking of / some other poet / I comb my hair

growing warmth / the sunshine glinting / on the clean floor

passing minutes / the unfinished task / growing harder

the spot the sunlight missed / the crow picks / at the quiet carcass

the sun returning / the blackbird and his twig / it is spring

sunset / the echo of / the weatherman's sigh

a striking clock / the blur of dark / and headlights

one car / among the spaces / lingering hum

drops on the pane / the outline / of the dark branch

lost in some daydream / the words that snap / the silence

the sun so bright / she cannot see / the window

first morning / of sun, the birds / singing, still.

sweaty palms / upon the paper / light applause

minute's silence / lingering a little / city lights

his husky voice / humming a tune / I once knew

full moon / the ice gathers / in new shapes

sunny morning / the empty bird feeder / swaying in the breeze

an evening of mist / a figure / among the fields

quiet afternoon / rocks and water / moving on

lingering moon / not so bright / among the grey

low cloud / the telegraph pole / gathering crows

the branches / clearer through / the narrow fields

hours passing deeper / in the lamplight / a striking clock

her words / still heavy / easing rain

branch's outline / the wind dancing / between the arms

borrowed stapler / their names / fading like time

caught in the spotlight / the moth / glowing and falling

an eager fan / the duo's gratitude / at home-made cake

swaying / with the breeze / the flowering trees

the call of years past / the swallows nesting / at the same window

clear skies / over the hills / something new

in essence / each road's the same / he always knows the way.

sunday's sun / his voice and the light / leaking through the ceiling

colder breeze / leaving home / the bees 

clear skies / the radio clouding / the voices of birds.

through the floorboards / the buzz / of forgotten tunes

so much for spring / the winds turning / deeper in thought

two worlds / one wall / splitting drinks and poetry

yellow moon / the years stain / the surface

the persistence / of days / a flickering light.

fading sun / she takes her / daughter's hand.

leaving fair / she takes her horse / off the ground

quiet choir / numbers dwindling / like notes

deciphering the words / of drunkards / late night train

seated on / fading dreams / another birthday

Easter Sunday / nothing but sun / in her vision

silence echoing / through the branches / spring breeze

approaching dusk / creaking floorboards / overhead

Strong wind / on a Summer's day / the truth of cherry blossom

the reflection / of the road ahead / circling on his glasses.

the striped t-shirt / lying on the floor / a far-off cry

echoes of something / ringing in her ears / another sunset

waiting for a train / that's three minutes late / a loose tissue

from below / the buzz / of blues

his old book / a coffee ring / hiding the words

red tea / in china-blue cups / a chipped rim

after the storm / birdsong / among the branches

rain upon / the rotting window / nature's song

sunday evening / the drunkard walks / the swift stumble

gathering pieces / of 17 years / a cardboard box.

midnight / marking the patchwork / of the skies

last days / of lingering years / school's end.

rain upon / the windscreen / a winding path

murmurs in the library / the echo / of a turning page

late dusk / creaking floors / the lullaby

Windy morning / nothing stills / the hum of cars

Washing out / the coffee pot / the cockerel calls

in the distance / the wind lulls / the leaves of trees

taller than / all the others / the foxglove

tick, tock / awaiting still / what might be asked

only in wales / the boys in the corridors / carry Bibles

Early morning / the skies clear / with the call of the cuckoo

Local pub / the barmaid laughs / at bearded men

bright morning / a spider crawls / within the cracks

repairing the church / a neon rope / across the steeple

Filling the silence / the sigh of a man / I do not know.

Blue and red / a boat creates / the separation of colours

hiding the clutter / of teenage years / a cupboard door

Gathering years / the dusty cobwebs / left unclean

whispered words / the fledgling flies / a little further

colder evening / the bedroom curtains / remain closed

Four AM cold / faced with the glow / of the radio-clock.

Spanish steps / too busy / to tread a path

Leaving home / A rainbow above / the housing estate

settling down / the city noise / I do not know

First rain / a nervous boy / runs for cover

cloudy day / I misunderstand / the nod of a stranger

washing away / what's left behind / the t-shirt I outgrew

slow moving sky / the light overtakes / the gray

mid sunset / a minute becomes / too much to ask

quiet drink / a word turns / around the room