rain shine

sun warmth, wet sand, cold rocks.  life among the rolling waves, brightness of clouds, scatter of rain, scent of salt, coolness of sea.

 

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sparkling brilliance to view

Two days ago sunrise glistening dew, sparkling brilliance to view

Yesterday shine flowing sun through thick cold rain drops

Today rainbows arc and fall painting colour on our life

Beauty light and brilliance

Each fresh day like a story yet untold

 

warmth & presence poems

thoughtful warmth

clouds, waves, gray days
liquid splinters of rain
coldness, disdain

smooth orange warm light
your thoughtfulness
warmth that changes everything

intoxicating presence 

one of those occasional unavoidable winter days, opaque, splattering incessant loveless whispers.
out about on street, i’m bruised, weak. if only i could shelter under the stranger’s umbrella.
“no i can manage” i blurt stumbling on, his concern obvious as he supports my trembling limbs.

i cannot yet see,
i’m drunk on me, pride briming man, scoffing past bars of drunken lustful lives,
seeing my intoxication clearly less poisonous.

the umbrella’d man sees them, too, catches a friend’s eye, and unashamedly pulls me in, against my wish, in among them, hookers and drunks.
he laughs, he drinks, with them.
i just watch. unseeing.
they mingle and chat, shaking hands to go and he asks them all back to his cottage.
they are busy. no problem, maybe tomorrow!
he leaves arm draped around the most intoxicated & bashful.

at the firelit cottage, hot bread, sizzling fish and flowing wine drift out the open door, mocking the wind and cold.
down my nose i comment on the palate of the red. “bordeaux?” i ask, aloof.
shaking his dark head, “no, from a valley, deep in the mountains. friends age it and i make it new.”

walking towards the fire, i see a worn photo of a small boy.
gasping i see it’s me.
he hands me bread, fish, wine.
i pour out my life in his intoxicating presence.
he listens, listens.
i sleep and wake to the sound of birds, waves, music from a distant orchestra.

He is still there, yet i’m back in my abode, wondering, intoxicated, less poisonous, less me, yet more who i’ll now always be.