Tuesday, 27 September 2011


this morning i awoke to the surprise of spring
the window frame of a life painting
filled overnight with the magic of colour
splashed about in great abundance
with the enthusiasm of a child's art

another Aahhh..... moment

we seem to be perishing for want of wonder
not for want of wonders

Monday, 5 September 2011


Wandering in the woods,
at the time the sun sat comfortably on the horizon
and without intention set the forest alight
with the magic of its illumination,
for a moment there were ephemeral rivers of gold

I stopped and wondered at the magic of that moment
like life, oh so short

You must give birth to your images, they are the future waiting to be born


remembering the old school blackboards 
of the past century,
the scribe leaves his mark
Your imagination is your preview of life's coming attractions