Posted on August 19, 2016

Poems are important,
secret passages to another realm,
another world where life itself is a poem,
night and day, the sun and the rain,
the leaves on the trees and
the troubles of men all part of it,
a poem where life, death and rebirth
all have their place,
and everything rhymes.


Posted on November 23, 2018


At first he was delighted,
delighted at all the things he could do.
But as time passed
he found that much of what he did
caused distress to others
so he did less and less.
It took a while
but eventually he ended up
like the rest of us here in the woodland,
sitting with his back to a tree
just watching the autumn leaves 
falling gently to the ground.


Posted on October 26, 2018

The trains don’t stop here anymore
but I can see them passing through,
and sometimes in the winter
I step onto the tracks, into the slipstream
of one that has hurried past
to feel the warmth it leaves behind,
the scent of the people, the coffee and the oil,
listen to the sound of the wheels fading
down the valley and into the distance,
then I just stand there and let the peace
envelop me again.









Posted on July 25, 2018

Some people,
when they walked
through my heart,
left a golden thread
behind them,
so I could find them
when they were gone.
And when I fell,
I really fell,
I found those threads
also bore my weight

A Gift

Posted on May 6, 2018



I received a gift in the night.
I can’t say exactly what it was
but I felt the effect, which was love and freedom.
The cause itself was beautiful, elegant, gentle
and burning with light.
I knew as it happened
that I was being graced by the fingertip
of something truly great.

Knowing You

Posted on April 18, 2018






I look over at you,
or I hear you speak
and I think,

‘I hardly even know you.’

But it’s not in the way you look
or even what you say
that the knowing

I know your heart
and how like
to my own it is.

The Breeze

Posted on November 17, 2017

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When the trees started growing

the first thing the stars did

was to teach the leaves to sing,

how be like them, how to be in harmony,

together and apart.


The stars knew that one day

their brothers and sisters

would want to visit the earth,

but they worried that when they did

the sheer beauty, the power and drama of life

might cause them to forget where they came from,

and this is what happened.


So now they send the breeze

to whisper in the leaves

and remind us

who we are.