light on

the spider that wasn’t there

is still there

 saxophone 

between the trees 

in the rain

 after

in the mirror 

a seagull’s legs

 at the top

of a lifetime of scree

fog

the leaf raft of life

in the riptide of the past

disintegrates

walking

through the houses of the past

so many fools

that one song

takes me back to you 

sing it again

 autumn

has got the wind up 

visiting cat

 slowly

like that fallen tree 

we transduce 

the powerful signal

of a lifetime

 as the moon sinks

so the moon rises

frog pond

 autumn stocktaking

my followers are falling

leaves in the wind

 predawn

waiting for the shadows

to darken light

 a path he walks

to dispel apathy

he strolls on

 rain

can i 

yes you can

shall i 

or

 the light

that was in a chopped tree

lays heavily