floodlit is floodlit

rising from the gloaming mists

oystermouth castle

 daffodils 

distilling the sunlight

from a breeze

 sadly

the bird in the music box 

sang sadly

 from behind my eyes

there is something urging me

now write this down

 from a room

far away across the sea

she followed me

we met just once in NYC

now that’s a pretty pity 

 glorious sunrise

soon the red will turn to grey

another day begins

 there are drips in caves 

they make the stalactites 

listen it take years

 not one word wasted 

daffodils in the sunshine

in a blue pot

after the rain had gone

after i had had coffee

 unreal drama

corpses wearing our clothes

and the winner is …

 palm reading 

the future is all

past caring

 nodding rod lights

fishermen under the moon

catching a moment 

 the plan is 

a swim at ten thirty

after coffee

 we will never see

the blackness of the blackness

because of the light

 springtime

above the washing line 

a rainbow

 a bit of sunshine 

and spring springs to mind

silly isn’t it

 proof reading 

the poem becomes another

poem’s proof

 visiting kitten

hiding in the daffodils 

bright and breezy

 d_d_daffodils

winking in the puddles

from morning showers

knowing all the rules

a poet loses the plot

ticking the boxes

 that blossom

what’s its name

you know

 frog’s spawn 

in the frog’s pond

february 

 february rain

chirping sparrows dripping 

through the hazel

 global warming 

tomatoes in winter 

cause and effect 

 ditto ditto plinked the rain

 seventy five

old enough for a booster

of my morale

 i think

and the boat of memory sinks

my heart aches

touching the touchstones

skimming how many times

 shell shocked 

the fertility of a yolk

in a bloodied egg

 black leaves left and went

 an art nouveau door ate me

 worry paths always end up at the beginning

 the lanterns are lit

slowly the dawn arrives

it is still raining

 global heating

give it to me straight doc

how long have we got

 pandemic

a statistician 

becomes a statistic

 windy morning

the lanterns are flickering 

i went out

 winter

the oscillation of expectation 

slush

 marbles

remembering the boys

i lost mine

 spring sunshine 

the top of a mole hill 

drying out