Nature’s hush

Gentle warm rhythms

Lull feelings of light.

The darkness is covered,


By the sound of a silken voice,

That spreads from the trees,

Along the ground,

To carefully ruffle the wrinkles,

Then wraps all around.


Passing Stillness

A wandering weep,
The sky on the sea,
Blue-greenness sparkles and dulls,
With a restful pulse.
A baby mallard,
Assured of safety
Settles under fluttering down,
Steadying now,
Matching the stillness of the water –
But not quite.
A man stops,
His heart a swell with the tide,
The sun colours his cheeks
Warming and calm.
He absorbs – looks – sees – Is.
His shadow walks on