Kalami Bay. Corfu.

The White House

 

Half a moon rising over my left shoulder. The sound of water lapping in the bay. Murmurs of tyres on the winding roads and children’s voices rising softly from a distance come in and out of play. Otherwise it is peaceful. Yellow and orange lights form tapers in the water. It is a mood I am comfortable in.

Good Morning

Good Morning poem..jpg

A gift of flowers

Plants packed, their petals exposed

A display of demure generosity

Lingers in gratitude

and leaves that kindest of stains

Thanks for a time shared

When no boundaries were broken

No favours asked

Just the interplay of friendship

And a hope that it may last

Outside, bright sunshine

like some heavenly tongue

has drenched the scene

With natural beauty

And in the windless quiet

each still particle proclaims

a pride in its place

And there is no doubt

No fear that judgement will be made

to sully or scar

each stitched particle

of this tableau

How wonderful

Our garden beams

in the lick of a dew.