Golden Mists Golden mists brittle Will fade during this warm day Beauties short pageant   Slow Leaves Slow leaves descend chilled Against a fast fading sky The suns warmth weakens   Early Morning Rain Early morning rain Wind from the east gathers pace Wet paths expected

The Poetry Field There is paleness to your skin Dress before the winter months chill you   The Poetry Field Warm caressing air Humble beginnings betrayed Dark season ahead  

I admired your youth I admired the fullness of your summer But now as we wait for our winter I am no longer seduced by your vivid colours   The Second Spring What Colours! But your brittle textures Inhibit me   The Second Spring I have been seduced by your velvet decay The small deaths…

The Alphabet Trees Have Helped Me And Continue To Help Me God Bless The Alphabet Trees

I own a brightly coloured beach hut in Brightlingsea Which I occasionally visit I also own a fish and chip shop here in Sandwich Which I have called Papas Fish & Chip Shop As my grandchildren Call me Papa And enjoy fish and chips But they do not like my beach hut As they consider…

Well that is not strictly true As no famous Irish writers or poets Have died here I live in this small town But I am not Irish And I hate the taste of oysters This said I consume Five sandwiches each day To aid my delicate constitution Before I swim in the sea I am…

The eastern sky is quite bright With small torn clouds Floating aimlessly within its display Hungerford is still shrouded in darkness Only the face of the town’s clock Provides any illumination The cold season is far from spent Bitter winds are expected But one can feel the mysteries Of warmer days Hanging in the rigid…

The red telephone box in the Strand Is full of journals and books All but the deepest publications Have views to France Unless the cloud is low I am a dictionary

Judy was sitting in a stream I was standing next to our tent It was a warm spring day Judy was naked and was sitting in a stream   Do you realise that primates  Can scratch their backs  But I cannot even wash mine   That is because we have no soap   I am standing…

On the serious streets of Southwark I saw you wander by You did not notice me in Costa’s Nor did you wonder why         Outlaw