I long to smell the scent of pastures green
and hear the early song which breaks our day...

Upon the banks of high street shops
between the stores their anchor drops...

She
is...

Farewell at last to winters frosty sting
and all the chilly times of snow and sleet...

If only-
you could really see...

There isn't anything, more amazing as
when you come across, a cherished poem...

Disparate visions, dwell in my mind.
Reels of metaphysical images...

Pen at the ready, and
Off I go...

I seek you in the woodland;
for you are the forest...

If I could be carried upon the air
twirling and flying, and wave at the moon...

I walk along a path; alone
with only my shadow...

I waited. And waited
within a darkened room...