Autumnal Equinox – FF55


Light and shadows dance
through the ages
flashing, winking, spinning

And now the time begins
when shadows enfold the light
when we turn
to darker thoughts
with shorter days
and colder nights
when blossoms are spent
and fruits have ripened

The growing season is over
prepare your garden
prepare your soul
winter is on the way

This is for Joy, who has resurrected FF55 at Verse Escape.  Go there and see what it’s all about.  (Photo is by me.)


There is a time
closer to night than morning
when parties fall
into ruin
and the moon wearies

There is a time
when dreams are forgotten
and shades
lose their way 

There is a time
when the clock
gives up its hands
and the hours pool
on the ground
running to regret

This is my time

This is for my friend Joy’s FF55 revival at Verse Escape, even though it’s not Friday, and if you’re counting, there aren’t 55 words.


Photo by Mary Bach: Merchant Seafarers’ War Memorial (back side), Cardiff


Where are we?
Blinded and betrayed by time
Endless skies press down
with the weight of water
Sanded and salted
preserved, we thought
Like a pearl of great price
I am lamented but unfound
scattered, until my ribs
no longer know each other

All Aboard

this day
examine it
hold it up to the light
check for flaws, irregularities
but by all means
use it
Minutes, hours may drag
but the years screech past
relentless a train

This is for Bjorn at dVerse Poets Pub who asked we write something to do with trains.  This is only a passing mention, but I think it still qualifies.