Sunshine through a Window
Sunshine
Melts in and over me,
Magnified by the glass.
It soaks my skin
And lights up my hair
Just as it did
At five years old
On Sunday afternoons,
Lazily playing,
Sleepy from the rays.
Free to curl up
In the bright patches
And shut my eyes
Thinking of nothing.
I would give anything
To feel them as warmly
Again.
PW.
The Swallow
The eye of the swallow
Sees summer appearing
In flashes of gold and green,
As it dances on air
Round and round
And spirals laughing
Into the breeze
Like paint into water,
Fusing joyfully
With life.
The Barn Owl
Through inky sky
A trace of white
Silk ribbon
Twists ghost-like,
Catching amber lamp light
On its fragile edges
Amid flecks of rain
That gleam and slide.
Noiseless
Albino shadow
Emerges from cover
And dives low,
Rejoicing in
It’s silence.
Then sails high
On chilly waves
Of water and light
To pause unseen,
Once more
Swallowed by night.
The Bluebell Wood
Tread softly
Through woods
Now awash
With purple heads,
Flooded into every space,
Spreading,
Fanning,
As water compellingly
Wraps around stones.
Tread softly
As night melts
Over the flowering ocean
That lies calmly,
Breathing,
Stirring
At the feet of trees
And underneath stars
That leave moments of old light
On their leaves.
Tread softly and hear
An ancient whisper
Of spring.
PW
Golden Pools
When sunlight floods the woods
It draws us as magnets
To it’s fullest places.
Compelled onwards we run
As if chasing rainbows.
Dense leaves turn a brighter shade,
Exposing their fragility,
Revealing skin, veins,
And timeless links to we
Who play child-like beneath them
As ants in the grass.
Hypnotised we chase the golden light
That melts enticingly through
Canopies of green
To form vast pools
Full of the promise of warmth.
If they would only last.
PW.
