Leaving my house

Drowsy-warm honeysuckle 

assails my senses

through the open windows

this too hot July day..

Too hot that is to be cleaning 

empty bedrooms...

'Blow and bother

and hang spring-cleaning'

(I remind myself firmly)

will NOT do today...

Beechwoods

Clear emerald light,
soft breeze to ease
my fragile heart and
still my mind -

can't let it go!

summer dawn

silver crescent moon
piercing soft black velvet sky
torn my tired heart

afternoon haiku

scatter of pigeons
grey between midsummer trees
unaccountable heart

Broch

Stone by painful stone
we built our
wall
Then stood appalled and watched
the scaffold
fall
around our dreams.

Shuddering it stands
our tender
life
What can withstand the storm-
encountered
strife
if not our dreams?

After the storm

In the rain-green park
dogs and children run
released,
the trees drip
sunshine

Elderflower is warm-
scented
and I dance slowly -
Billie Holliday
in my mind

.. because I cannot..

I write because I cannot dance
the things I want to say -
the wings upon my heels are words
birds
taking flights of fancy where
my body cannot follow..