There's a snow in April
What fixes on. What contours landscapes
with wet cure, escapes contention, disturbs
just a bit, then continues coursing through
A rise in interest rate
A loan uncompromising
Tooth and plate un-assailed
Reasoned vile attempt
Kept painful sun off head.
Shaped for comfort, fit and cool.
Tipped slightly crooked for a time.
There the cause grows weary at the edges.
Orders to prevail
Needs for other memories
Shades of Scottish skies
Shall we speculate?
Tunes deliver a spent us
Comfortable watching raptors fly.
Ok with their swoop for food.
At home with this warrior behind my eyes,
Wanting battle, wanting the crude. Pleasantly to hear violin, cello and flute.
Two members move up
I can see the pass from here,
Though it is but a slight trace
in its ten miles away!
Wishing on a star place, sacred to the life of Earth.
Not all of my sorrows are couched in your surety.
You are sure that I find my sorrow
In those left outside our view.
Left out to starve, freeze, fend and find for themselves.
Friends to trust.
Hair all mussed-up as a must.
"Somewhere in my mind, I think I'm moving."
Poetry stands blind to: `You can't do that here.'