Travels with truth

From darkness into light, enter morning after night

Sunshine in September before the autumn rains

Dark times may develop through the daytime

Without good posture, their goes the cloak of pain

In the forest of the mighty oak we care

Beware those heavy raindrops

The loafer or the lugubrious

He lies there in his lair

Think back on the pagan years

To the minstrels and the roustabouts

To the dark days of late summer

Before the winter fights we fear

From light into darkness enters evening after noon

Dark time back in grey September

When, just as before my silver moon

Now in gloom she entered my sitting room

Dark time, not now though for to remember

Always and forever to lend her

That the light shall rise again from the embers

Of that long and cold December

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Only for your own eyes

Close your eyes

Clothe them

In September’s sun

In flower power

Paisley patterns

Let your mind wander and run

Doze there in daydreams

Arose to touch the precipice

And walk along the paths of joy

Close your eyes

Who knows what thoughts

Therein have been strung

Instead we rest

In now it is the how we vest

Of times so far unsung

Chosen there in maybe’s

Or exposed

To a different drum

Who glows; oh now so

That we may mean

The setting of the simpler sun

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Ingratiate

I cannot wait to begin

I began again

Once or twice before

The sin of just another moment

Before the sunrise

Rose again

Estates and tree lined driveways

Byways

And country lanes

The din of just another moment

Before the crossing gate

Rose again

I hesitate after I begin

Again I began

I do it more and more

Tin cans in farm land county

Before the young folks

Rose again

I am late, it is within

We cannot wait

You know the score

We must begin

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Now and here

It is a while since I sat out in the garden

Even longer, since I saw the Cornish coastline

And never yet have I walked, or talked on Suffolk sands

How could I forget this place; only a few yards from our door

Here under the completely clear blue skies, for today again

I am a long way from an uncertain keyboard or computer screen

The last time, I remember, I was looking for the peach tree

In the dark wet nights of early August, when instead

Of this excitable place, we watched TV, with our dinner on our knees

See how easy to become disconnected, to miss out on or to forget

The wonder of the out of doors, yet still today I cannot be still

I am not yet in comfort, but sat anxiously stiff in the September sun

The trampoline beckons; I reckon that these few extra ounces

Will steady the bounce as my now longer locks flounce

In the summer sunlight; uncombed, unkempt, untroubled

The last few apples, which the early autumn winds cannot dislodge

They take in the last tastes of the summer

Their deep red satisfies the eye, that I do not deny

The curved and twisted boughs and branches and leaves

Which are golden and virgin will soon turn through youth to brown

Up and down the country, yes, this has been quite a summer

I dare say I’ve never been so happy, with time and place

To share and care and to be cared for, there is little desire today

To do much more than be ever thankful

To be here in the moment; and to know where it is that I am

And to know that you will join me, as we walk and talk

On the Norfolk and Suffolk beaches

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If silence cannot catch you

The lean

And thinner coppice

She holds no winds

Or taller stories

Of highwaymen masquerading

As tramps or clowns

Or troubadours

In silks and finest gowns

She’s mean

With rotten poppies

Rescinds gold tops

And Cornish toffees

Of children masquerading

As harlots or darling dares

Or harlequins

In diamanté and laced up squares

I’m keen

But have long forgotten hobbies

I see no cinders about to flair

Or street treading bobbies to care

Of adults masquerading

As lovers with slow light flashes

Or layabouts in sackcloth

And forlorn unborn ashes

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