The Sun erstwhile waited
For the Moon to glow
He waxed and waned,
And wooed and wailed
But she never showed
Nature
Wolf
Sure as the Atlantic tide
Sure as MY Cam will collide
Sure as winter harbours spring
Sure as ends are beginnings
Sure as I could ever be,
That moon will bring you back to me
Gravitas
The pull’s insistence
Grew stronger with distance
I’m no longer sure it was natural
When you dropped that bomb
With arrogant aplomb
I assure you, the damage was actual
Q.R.V.
Brush aside the nettles, you’ll find periwinkle petals
Spring delights in making mischief with thee
For the force inside the stem of a faerie diadem
Is the truest source of Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
How unfortunate for me
You were, and are, may always be
My Northern Sky and Prussian Sea
My cure, my poison
My Q.R.V.
December’s Bud
Planted long ago
What’s darkest burgeons in the chill
In the forgotten flower pot
Atop the unspoiled hill
She greets the moon on certain nights
Blooming in the still
December’s bud lasts winter long
Nourished by her will
Possibility
Possibility
The very word born of the trees
Give her seeds, without a doubt
She’ll plant your dreams, and they will sprout
Waterfall
A triptych of earth and water and sun
That all other beauty should be undone
Springtime
Springtime lies in every season
Even now it hides with reason
To surprise winter in treason
Cotton Clouds
30,000 feet above,
Life isn’t what it seems
Between the moon and cotton clouds
Is where he’s hid his dreams
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