May

 The flowers of May wash clouds away

Things

The things we bought
And things we brought
The things that stand through time
Are objects that all catch our eye
And things we won't give back
So we move them here
And we move them there
We take them everywhere
All that stuff
That coloured fluff
Can ache our muscled back
When things we own
Make us strain and groan
Simplify to get back on track

Spring Evening

Sit by the river near my office tonight
The tide is low and the world is calm
Still everything is moving and changing
The water is calm the sand looks smooth
Sun shines bright across a silent world
The rich golden light bounces blindly
Around a hungry Heron stalking her prey
There is no shadow just her reflection
And it stands between me and the bird
No matter where I go or what the bird does
The reflection is perfect without a blemish
And the heron stalks without stirring a ripple
Until a male Heron flies high over her head
Crossing the river and drawing her attention
I felt her wings lift her feet from the water
She followed her life leaving fish to swim