Morning Walk

A chilly morning in the Valley

frost burns exposed ears

my gloved hand grips the taut lead

the dog knows the way

New Moon

The Kiss (Rodin)

The new moon slips its smiling face

Above the morning camisole of mist

And shines a gentle beam

Across my lovers breast.

 

An early breeze stirs fading shadows,

As night is chased further into the dawn

By the golden promise of an autumn sun,

And reveals the soft curve of lips –

 

 

“Stop staring at me” she smiles…

 

But I never will.

 

Humour

Past, Present and Future walked into a bar… it was tense.

From Lalit

(Lalit is the Mauritian Creole word for ‘struggle’)

 

I stood on a beach and the warm sea washed my feet

And I came from Lalit, to a life that’s complete.

The clouds simply watched us and scudded on by

Blue skies and soft breeze had no need to try

For the day was sublime and the memory lingers

This life must be blessed my good fortune continues.

 

I stood on a beach and the warm sea washed my feet

And I came from Lalit, to a life that’s complete.

It was some years ago on a similar beach,

On a day full of light under a heaven in reach.

She appeared before me in the curl of a wave

And we surfed together towards our future – so brave.

 

I stood on a beach and the warm sea washed my feet

And I came from Lalit, to a life that’s complete.

Some times in the past I’ve had reason to pause

And wonder at life and question my course.

Then the bright smiling face of my child in the waves

Reminds me of treasures, and again I am saved.