One must beware, ’tis contrary air,
The vane spins with uncertainty
In the foreword to Spring, these heavy winds sting,
With the Ides of Q.R.V.
spring
Remembrance Day
The loneliness of winter
That lingered through the spring
The delirious delight
That summertime will bring
The amenity of autumn
The harmonious quartet
Of rain and wind and you and I
The evening that we met
I See Myself (2)
I see myself in every park
Each sun-soaked leaf, and strip of bark
Each lover lain beneath a tree
Each sacred simplicity
Spring
In steady silence, the sunrise sings
Light dances on a sparrow’s wing
The golden bells of tulips ring
Heralding the dawn of spring
Faeries
On my street, faeries abound
In dappled light, in trinkling sounds
They lick lollies of maple sap
And wear petals as dainty caps
Flora
How she loves to wink and tease
How she makes merry on the breeze
How she shares wisdom through the trees
How she accepts us each, with ease
Blue Skies
No thrills, no chills
No iron wills
No highs, no lows
No come-to-blows
No start, no end
No becket bend
No jeers, no tears
No stagnant fears
Just me and you,
Whatever comes to
Just you and I,
And big blue skies
Green
I press my hand into the ground
The God of Science shall compound
And so your hand will feel my rush
In waves of light, of love, of lush
Only
Only that Sunday afternoon
Only an early taste of June
Only a pause which grew too long
Only a Buddy Holly song
Only the sunlight through her blouse
Only the fluster he could rouse
Only his hand lifting her chin
Only the first she’d felt his skin
Only Time stretching in bliss
I only take with me that kiss
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.
malarky musings 