Like the unfurling petals
Of the spring flowers
I feel the progress
Of sunshine, approaching.
I stay silent
As though in a dream
Words only being transitory
Become quite useless
Lifting the heavy leaves
Of autumn
Storing the energy
Of a million rays of sun
I give a voice.
The language being attuned
To the warmth
And radiance of summer.
The light
Is cool when time is ignored
The feel of winter
Entering the mind
When the turning away
Slows time to a gradual halt
It’s as if fast time
Generates heat
No one notices it at all
It’s as though
The clouds hold secrets
That no one wants to hear about
Very like petals
When they close up at night
Hiding their heart
Everybody brushing the flowers aside.
Foolish people
With pride and honour
As their credits cards
Help them fly from crisis
To boredom In split seconds
No use waiting for the monthly statement
Because our seasonal Journey
Takes us many miles away from here.
II
The trees where knowledge is stored
Stand where they ought
They guard the weakest of souls
Do so in rapid and routine thought.
To take root
Play with the tangle of time
Is like using an abacus to calculate a journey to Mars
But to take the idea seriously
Is like wanting Eric Morecombe
To rescue Ernie Wise.
When I watch the birds in their daily exercise
I’m reminded of hazy glades
That still the silence
Moves my mountain of arrogance
Ever nearer the edge of a cliff
I never wanted a large baggage to shift
Nor was I willing
to sail into heavenly bliss.