A love in verse

Melancholy January

Performed by

Sun long gone soon after four

Trees against the sky, no more

With leaves, they claw the dimming cloud

All still, the noise, all motionless

Almost the very earth is bowed

Westward and high one daughter flies

Into New York, the other starts 

By motor from the west, departs

For home under a darkening sky

Whilst I, sat till, can eulogise

On what a lucky Dad am I


Separation and Content

We all suffer separation

Some more than others – I 

A self-absorbed of long duration...

Really Here

Though I say we’re together not apart

No matter where we are, I’d best admit

Physically here’s more glorious...