No poem leaves my desk today,
no words written, no thoughts on life,
a silence, like the snow falling in my head,
a softened fall.

All white the sheet of paper, blank and sour
it scowls at me, 
I'm pure it seems to say,
do you now dare to use my surface for your gain,
abuse me with your name.

How dare you touch my pristine light, 
to smudge a sentence, 
soil my only dream 
to stay completely clean. 

I watch
as life starts to leave
me behind

Each day
unfolds its neverending
glory, little by little
youth is another creature
ravenous its hunger
consumes everything

The minute joys
encapsulated in each day
should be savoured
taken in small bites
and rolled around your mouth

Life is passing me by
but I sit here holding
ribbons of life
stroking them through
my hands
each beautiful strand
Is a moment of joy ....

I took the sweep of the weeping willow
To scatter your memory, as gently as I could
I failed, there was a sound from my soul,
that told the willow fronds not to brush so

I cried a storm, to wash away the tears of yesterday
Yet your Spirit built a sublime river with it.
Teach me to remember with grace your ways.
Whisper in my mind that you are there for always.

Opening up

falling

Trusting

fallen

Regretting

broken