It was dark and there was fear

Enemies hidden.
It was dark and there was fear.
Then came the light. You.

Three places, three meals

Porridge. Honey. Nuts.
Jet engines in the background.
Small bubble of calm.

Lagoon risotto.
Tourists lost along canals.
Holiday begins.

Fisherman catches,
his wife and sons are cooking.
Now we feel at home.

Stones land in water
I see wild white fish jumping
Willows hide sad smiles

Rain falls on rivers

Fine stippling below the trees

Fish rise, do not bite

Rhyming hills and rills
with frills, spills and crocodills –
Spring can cause those thrills

chipped concrete flowers
hard rain on dust, mud runs thick
living the project

Friends shyly hold hands
like the moon touching the ground
through the trees in Spring

Spring snow on blossom
Hunched herons fix swift ripples
The stone bridge remains

The wind is restless
as ever, never sleeping.
Deep breaths. In. And out.

castle gun bangs one
pigeons lift, gulls unconcerned
gulls. not seagulls. gulls