How Sweet the Spring

How sweet the morning dew to the thirsty soul
How sweet the dawn after the long dark night
How sweet the birdsong to the ears
To mark the changing of the years

How sweet my spring

Pushing Through

Reaching a hand
into the world
feeling the blue
pushing through
fear and flight
wanting to feel
just right

The Return

Resisting
I lie listening
It is there
a body
shifting
scrabbling
scraping
rustling
so close
just above me
beneath the eaves
a sign
a visitation
to my dreams
the swifts of summer
returned to breed.

The Unknown Flight...or 'Open your arms wide and trust the wind'

Feathers flicker.
She is still,
Head tilted,
Listening,
Hearing,
Silence.
Somewhere cool air sings,
Flight pressing beneath the wing.
Uplifting...
She stoops and leaps
Into the wind.
An unknown flight
begins.

The Wolf Waits

Spring lifts its head to the sun,
catching the wolf's eye,
meeting mine
under forest light...
air carries the chorus
of summer.
As winter melts
The wolf waits.

May

The trees lay broken
Rainbows drained from flowers
Fallen debris crossed the path
Treacherous from showers.

Caterpillar crawled
Never seeing far ahead
Black crow flew to roost
Thinking Caterpillar dead.

Beneath the tangled undergrowth
Its childs body lay
like Autumn leaves, resting
Until the month of May.

Where am I

Here I am
This is me
But who is she
Stood over there?
If I were you
And you were me
Stood over here,
Then you would view
And I would see
But how and what and who
Would we be
You or Me?

The Washing Cycle

Under feminist shadows,
Eyes watch
my movement
through endless cycles
of a washing machine;
the voice of foremothers' dreams
hangs in the fragrent air,
humid with this woman's work;
Still...
as I step
a trouser length down
the hanging line,
thoughts drift and cleanse the mind
with poetry.

The Eagle

The Eagle grows hot in my hands
energy seeps through feathers
the north wind could not penetrate
such radiating passion within

Ocean Waves

Ocean waves,
Carried with unseen force
To I know not where,
But I shall meet you there
Upon the pebbled beach,
Native in your skin,
A life to begin.

The Labyrinth

He fell silent
His words fell silent
Words fall silent on the journey to the heart
Choices
He had to face
Choices
He has to face
Still
He finds himself
Still
Alone
In stillness, where the air does not breathe
He breathes
The moment
Like a silent scream
Awakening
Within the labyrinth
Of a dream
He turns
To walk the endless paths

(Originally written as a duet for a devised theatre piece)