An Autumn’s Tale

The old queens of the grove
Whisper gently to the birds
Each one of them herds
In their crowns of gold
Tales of cruel winter’s cold
Of glittering beauty to behold
But alas our leaves will fall
And our limbs will be bare
Of winter’s storm beware
Wait for the flock to call.
To clement green retreat
Until frost finds slow defeat
And back come thrush and lark
Of pure joy of life they sing
While new life will unfold
And juices long withhold
Flow again beneath our bark
Warm light gleams from above
When we greet our long lost love:
The spring.


Big Bang

Our first kiss

A supernova of unknown beauty

On a black mapped sky

Gentle hands brush comets on my skin

While the world floats away

Like gossamer veils of stardust

Our sighs settle down

On the pulsars beating in our chests.