Eighty Seven

Tufts of grass
Morning dew
Time to leave
To find what’s due

Time to give
Time to find
A gentle view
A day that’s new

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Eighty Six

From the morning
To the evening
Folks arriving
Memories leaving

All those words
Spoken even
All those words
Worth believing

By the river
By the stream
Holding hands
Walking, kneeling

With the pink sky
I find the East
Of all the colours
They worry us the least

All of autumn
The beauty season
What I find
Is how we reason

Slowly calling
Somehow teaching
Open days
Still we’re reaching

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Eighty Five

A cup of tea
A check of the timepiece
Study the roof fan
Study the blinds

Wait
For the light to unfold
Wait
For nature to craft the day

Sit with your silence
Sit with your joy
Bathe in your solitude
Celebrate your love

As you sit
One other departs
Yes, as you sit
Someone else says goodbye

With that
Comes the blue sky
With your leaving
Her life is left behind

In this quiet place
In this Quaker hall
Solid, reliable
Safe, strong

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Eighty Four

First light
Last day
Quaker Hotel
Deer rutting

Deer calling
Heard
Through open
Bedroom windows

Otherwise quiet
Quiet on the tarn
Quiet on the hilltop
Quiet at the lakeside

In the
Mock wicker chair
In the, is it real?
Conservatory

Before morning meditation
Before others rise
A time of temptation
Or simply one to surmise

How blessed we are
How fortunate to be
Let us care for this time
Let us continue to prosper

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Eighty Three

We hobnob
With the glitterati
In the Poet’s Cafe
At the Artisan’s Bar

Then sit outside
In the autumn sun
With carrot cake
And a pot of tea

Today’s word was Joy
The first word
Which I heard
Passing on the stairs

I have my mind
I can choose to change it
First to watch it
Then to rearrange

Turn away from delusions
Towards the virtuous
Develop a positive mind
Strong, resilient

Small steps at first
One at a time
Observe, witness
Visualise, change

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