Sunday 27 March 2011

invisible
to those around me
I watch blossoms
fall
a thousand years from now

Tuesday 15 March 2011

the poetry
of this quiet place
is a broken reed
gently twisting
the breeze

Monday 7 March 2011

these blossoms
have so much to teach...
inside
outside
gone

Wednesday 2 March 2011

it has no colour
this grief
no weight
but the sound
of your name


For Dad
23-12-1941 - 26-2-2011