Shadow waves to shadow
Across the harbour mouth
The tide it stands between us
Footprints running to the south
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
Shadow waves to shadow
Across the harbour mouth
The tide it stands between us
Footprints running to the south
The autumn waters
in the river swimming hole
have turned a decidedly
cooler shade of cold;
needless to say,
it was a shortened dip
to round out the working day.
In the deep pool
of her brown eyes
he looks for the stars
and finds them dancing
slowly in waltz time.
They were drinking bubbles
at 10.00am this morning –
10 years after their life
together began;
it was about love then,
it is about love now
and nothing else.
I’m turning the sod
in the garden plot,
overgrown these past
few months
from lack of care;
I’m turning the sod
one spadeful at a time,
knowing the harvest
is some hours of labour
away yet.
Keep your distance sister
Keep your heart in check
Send across the open space
The love you cannot keep.
I shall go down to that other land
That waits beyond a distant shore
And to the garden I shall tend
And settle there for a week or more.
He sits at the kitchen table
fingering the keyboard
of the old typewriter,
hammering out words
of love, carving his heart
on hers.
We arrived in the late afternoon
after a fall of rain,
the dust had settled on the dirt road
leading up the valley;
there were flowers in a vase on the table
speaking a quiet welcome home.
We pass by the trees
as we weave our way
up the winding hill,
they turn away shyly,
dressing for autumn
in the privacy
of their own garden.