The River (poem of mine)

There is a river,
One which flows like the lines
On the palm of our hands,
One which holds
A secret
Quite like yours
And quite
Like mine.

There is a river,
One which casts brightness
On the shade of the trees,
One which holds my body
Like a leaf.

There is a river
That I visit
A place to escape
A place of cold embrace
A place of rain
And birdsong
In a day of quiet
In a day of empty anger,
Of confusion.

There is a river,
A long swirl
Of blue chaos
That puts my mind to sleep.

Moon orchard (poem of mine)

I watched the sky turn
It’s ghastly transformation
Bruise green
Turned a sea of doves
white
Branches reaching
Tentacles

I swayed like a ship
On a wave
So quiet
Every heart
Beat
A solemn chime

The moon
Caspar white
It’s grim china face
He too
Hurts.
The cold
Aches.

Snow on the ground,
Catches the apples
Falling.
Interrupts.