Caterpillar

you are a caterpillar
faffing in my mind
you are eating at my leaves
leaving nothing behind

Caterpillar

The Children

the children are out to play
they swarm around the court like bees
the children are playing ball
a cacophony of screams and flashing knees

The Children

Seasons

When I was born, a tiny bundled bud,
Life stretched ahead – a garden of delight,
Like a seed in a dandelion pod,
Or a Spring shoot, I was warmed by the light.

Seasons

Bird

A bird’s tweet,
A human thought,
Inescapable
As we’ve been taught.

Bird