Birdsong loud in crystal air
Spring bursts through unfurling leaves
Hope and glory
Hope and you
Tweets
World shaped by windows
world shaped by windows
sun cloud street dog daffodil
loose ideas soon framed
Normal emotional responses on hold
I tried to storm out
forgetting the quarantine
I felt such a fool
Respect them
Without them we were not born.
Respect them.
They are not numbers,
except as fractions,
the fractions which together make us one.
Respect them.
Without them we were not born.
one day this will all be over
one day this will all be over
and then
and then
hold on
last night I dreamt you kissed me on the cheek
hold on
I need to know if this might be true
sun low
sun low
wind a knife
every day half a sky is held
Daffodil
What’s a word worth?
If a daffodil
So golden
in the centre you
lines criss cross alive
the sound of quiet breathing
in the centre you
at the corner you
tension electric
air and fingers spark
at the corner you
