Summer sky

this sky enamours

though summer can steal my heart

still winter beckons

 

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Murmur 4 (Genetics)

(For my Cytogeneticist friends, and for everybody who can love beyond obstacles) 

 

 

It’s always there,

Just below the surface

Of every conversation we have.

 

Whose fault is it?

Why do we keep losing

The child we so desire?

 

So as we wait,

Holding hands and praying,

In the pathology collection centre –

 

We are connected,

By this murmur –

This constant worry.

 

Will it be my fault?

What if it’s not my fault? –

Will it make a difference?

 

Will you still love me?

Will I still love you?

Is it worth continuing?

 

So as these thoughts

Murmur between us,

As if connected by more than just our hands –

 

We gently squeeze

And murmur,

‘I love you’.

Shadowed Morning

In the half light

Of a veiled sunrise,

Trees bow and sway

With anticipation. 




The eastern horizon

Bruised and mouldering

Prepares the cloud bank -

Nimbus - dark and laden. 




At bus shelters and train stations

Young women fight to control summer skirts

And young men pretend not to notice,

While trying to keep their hairstyles in place. 




The mood is grey

The threat of rain is real

We retreat within ourselves -

While the flowers remain bright yellow.

golden flowers shine

unapologetically 

through my somber times