decisions

perhaps there are no right

and wrong decisions

perhaps there is only

a slot of time 

will

a little leaf

peeking out

from the crack in the ground

wet, bent over

by the merciless rain 

a struggle

to survive 

bearing the weight 

of heavy, shiny droplets 

there's so much fight

left in it yet 

i went for a walk today

i went for a walk today

before sunrise

i soaked in the slow spread 

of the golden-red

across the sky

like the first wash 

of a painting 

the lake gently nudged

its bank-dwellers awake

a flock of ducks 

took off one by one

skyward, in formation 

a black and white magpie

opened its wings, revealing  

a shimmery, deep blue 

a swan sailed silently

across the grey lake 

rippling the reflections 

its chick, hesitating at first

behind the tall fronds

stepped forwards

and plop, landed in the waters

following its mother

creating ripple inside ripple 

in a mesmerizing pattern 

which gradually subsided into 

a calm blue-grey

it was like  

like nothing ever happened 

until a goose, honking loudly

stepped into the water 

and splashed about wildly

another, and then another

joined in, and they raised their voices

in a deafening chorus 

a cousin flying overhead 

called out to them

one answered, the others followed

and suddenly they were all gone, 

just like that, and the lake's waters 

closed in again 

i went for a walk today 

and it reinforced what i've always suspected

that life is a poem

life is a song. 

swaddled in snow
a world so white
a transformation so dramatic
overnight
it didn't make a sound 

abroad

home

you cannot be 

one fixed place

you have to be

fluid, adapting 

to where i am 

so let go of your 

old-fashioned ideas, to 

help me stay sane 

hello 

new home  

adopt me please

spider

​a spider

weaves its web

from one leaf

to another 

fine silk 

is threaded

into beautiful symmetry

an intricate pattern 

maybe you will notice it

on a misty morning 

hanging in the forest 

in all its dewy glory 

maybe you will say 

ooh and aah

take a picture 

and gather a following

meanwhile, a fly

caught in the web

is relished 

by this artist 

it cares not a damn

for your like 

or your comment

or for what you think

waves on the rocks

heavy
with the weight
of a billion secrets

the sea crashes
on the shore
scattering them into the air
asking for more 

fort

i broke my fort 

for you 

and now i don't know

what to do 

because even if i build

the walls all over again

you're already inside.