We Dream By Day

In the dusty night, shadowed by moon
men dream and forget their dreams
transient, filing thoughts,
cleaning the brain for another day.

Such is life, to keep us sane, dreams cleanse
we are renewed, by night, in slumber
unseen, except by moon and stars
or a lover, gazing in tenderness.

Dangerous are we who dream by day
we ignite change, dissatisfied by what is
seeing a better way, making peace
inventions, setting minds on fire.

From a quote by T.E. Lawrence

Published by The Lark



Joyously I see buds unfurl their bloom
color pops up around my garden
summer plants renew their growth
slumber has ceased, all is waking.

I smile at each new discovery in turndelight in return for tending each one
bees drift between petaled pots of pollen
their hum, mingled with birdsong, is peace.

Published by The Lark


Sun, You Tease Too Much

Sun, you tease too much
you came with warmth
I felt renewed, with hope

energised, bees bumbling,
the kiss of warmth gentle
on my face has gone away

like a moody lover, a child
put out at the word no
clouds hide you, as if

playing a game, wanting a cloak
I would not mind had you
not been gone so long

Be more like the Moon please
take a faithful journey,
he does not fail me, not fey

no teasing, just the gentle kiss

Published by Woodworkers of The World Unite



A poem

Tread lightly in life
so you can take others’ burdens
take only what you need
so you have freedom

Walk toward the light
so your shadow is behind you
shading those who choose
to follow your example

Look around, light plays
in the dew and rain drops
and in the eyes of some you meet
grow in the light, there’s no deceit

Published by Medium


Black Lives Matter…

I am pleased to quote the poem TheHill We Climb by Amanda Gorman

When the day comes we ask ourselves,
where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry,a sea we must wade
We’ve braved the belly of the beast
We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace
And the norms and notions of what just is
Isn’t always just-ice
And yet the dawn is ours before we knew i
tSomehow we do it
Somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed
a nation that isn’t brokenbut simply unfinished
We the successors of a country and a time
Where a skinny Black girl
descended from slaves and raised by a single mother
can dream of becoming presidentonly to find herself reciting for one
And yes we are far from polished
far from pristine
but that doesn’t mean we are
striving to form a union that is perfect
We are striving to forge a union with purpose
To compose a country committed to all cultures,
colors, characters and conditions of man
And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us
but what stands before us
We close the divide because we know,
to put our future first,we must first put our differences aside
We lay down our armsso we can reach out our armsto one another
We seek harm to none and harmony for all
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even as we grieved, we grew
That even as we hurt, we hoped
That even as we tired, we tried
That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious
Not because we will never again know defeat
but because we will never again sow division
Scripture tells us to envision
that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree
And no one shall make them afraid
If we’re to live up to our own time
Then victory won’t lie in the blade
But in all the bridges we’ve made
That is the promise to glade
The hill we climb
If only we dare
It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit,it’s the past we step into
and how we repair it
We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation
rather than share it
Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy
And this effort very nearly succeeded
But while democracy can be periodically delayed
it can never be permanently defeated
In this truth in this faith we trust
For while we have our eyes on the future
history has its eyes on us
This is the era of just redemption
We feared at its inception
We did not feel prepared to be the heirs
of such a terrifying hourbut within it we
found the powerto author a new chapter
To offer hope and laughter to ourselves
So while once we asked,how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?
Now we assert
How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?
We will not march back to what was
but move to what shall be
A country that is bruised but whole,benevolent but bold,fierce and free
We will not be turned aroundor interrupted by intimidation
because we know our inaction and inertia
will be the inheritance of the next generation
Our blunders become their burdens
But one thing is certain:
If we merge mercy with might,and might with right,then love becomes our legacy
and change our children’s birthright
So let us leave behind a country
better than the one we were left with
Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,
we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one
We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west
we will rise from the windswept northeast
where our forefathers first realized revolution
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,~
we will rise from the sunbaked south
We will rebuild, reconcile and recoverand every known nook of our nation and
every corner called our country,our people diverse and
beautiful will emerge,battered and beautiful
When day comes we step out of the shade,aflame and unafraid
The new dawn blooms as we free it
For there is always light,if only we’re brave enough to see it
If only we’re brave enough to be it

read at the inauguration of President Joe R Biden 20 01 21


I am better!…and The Freeze

Since I realised it was the heating that was aggravating my neurolgical disease, I turned the heating down by one degree. That has made a huge difference.

I woke this morning and felt well. I revelled in it. I am still feeling well. It’s hard to think I thought I was fighting a fever, and thought I might need hospital.

Finally, I am feeling well and have no worries. I wish I had realised about the heating andmy neurological disease sooner. I do keep the heating low…

The Freeze

The freeze is here, coating trees with white
kissing ponds with icy lips
nipping the tender plants

Yet buds are showing, nature confused
figs are ripe, out of season
the gases industries release

Our breath is clear to see, like smoke
air cracks with cold, snow thunder
buds attempt to bloom



poem published

beating wings lift in unison
the sound is like music
always by the sea, Starlings dance
drifting, waltzing through the air
ballet in flight, like magnets drawn
flying in harmony, shape shifting in swarm
every winter a ritual
astounding, breath taking,
magical murmuration


Fighting For America

There has been blood in the streets

civil war in the suburbs

execution of our black friends

so we are fighting for America

There have been lies after lies, heresy

outside church, upside down Bible

deceit follows deceit, truth is lost

so we are fighting for America

The National Guard was called to war on citizens

guns ruled the streets, stand by

Proud Boys, a militia for POTUS

so we are fighting for America

Four years too much, no more, no more

lies, deceit, ego, suppression of truth

blaming others, no leadership,

so we are fighting for America

No lives matter until black lives matter

democracy dies with each bullet shot

four centuries must end now

so we are fighting for America

Published by 17 11 2020


Leaves Are Changing

Leaves are turning red and gold
we see our breath in the chilled air
walking faster to warm ourselves
as nature starts to sleep

Darkness draws around our days
light is short, the sun is lower in the sky
chestnuts fall, mushrooms appear
leaves carpet the path we walk


Bright Day

The sun is bright but the wind is bitter
It’s too soon for me, this Fall
I want bare arms and legs like last year
Not a sudden freeze and frost

Oh sun, burn bright, warm my days
The cold is not my friend
Premature this year is a cruel trick,
Kiss my skin again