Winters lighthouse keeper
There should be a lighthouse here.
Here, high upon this hill
It’s arm would hold us steady
and guard the western wall.
& it’s great light sweeps the stars from white horse manes,
esplayed on Eastern hills
and turns to fracture
snow on beacons
West, beyond the deeper waters.
Solstice City Blue
A cold pearl in the oyster
the grey shell in the pearl –
So, let the city’s nighttime flag
dissemble and unfurl.
Slowly, silent through the dark;
move shimmering Emerald planes.
Diamond cars hiss softly
of sleeping sapphire trains.
Jewels of winter colour, scatter –
strewn across the charcoal sheet
out to where the hope of Spring –
our broken blues and yellows meet
And all these toys beneath us
(Once on front room carpets)
lay Winter at our feet.