Warmed Glow:

White Velvet Gowns

adorning the trees around

and the very bushes so

as they dance together

at the winter ball

under the moonlite glow

that casts their shadows 

upon the leaf strewn floor

Jack Frost appears amongst

the briar an heath

with diamonds and pearls

upon 

his top hat and tails

oh how they surely

glint and glean

sparkle and sheen

a mirad of colours galore

as he twist and turns

Hazel and the Mighty Oak

Pine and the Birch

branch on branch

linked together as one

waving to the evergreens

as they twist and turn 

their impressive boughs

dancing a merry dance

in the winters forest dell 

 

~X~

A Thought Shared:

in a moment of thought
when a hello was shared
instead I found

comfort and shelter

offered in a instant

as arms are wrapped around 

the whole of what is but me 

holding me complete

turning to me your lips move

an unto me you say

speak your words

share them so 

release your fears

but hold me close as you do 

tell me your worries

an let me wipe the tears

that fall from your eyes 

speak and share your words

for I hear them upon my ears

so very loud and so very clear

look upon my eyes

adoration and understanding

and

tender gentle love and care

I surely convey to you

to the very being the very core

of all that is you

take my hand

I promise I won't let go

after all we've only just begun

on this journey of ours

sparks will ignite

electricity will surge

and your body will course

cells will expand

capillaries will burst

in sudden deep meaningful rushes

but do not fear them 

its just me

reaching on inside of you

soothing your soul

calming your very senses

your heart I will hold in my hands

treasuring it always and forever

for deep inside I see

the very being of me

so long now hidden away

forgotten and lost

until now 

no words need be said

I already know to what it is you convey

for in your eyes I see it all so clear

the very mirror image

of all that is but me

embrace us now

hold us close

feel me here within you

around you 

I'm part and parcel of all that is you

and now your heart beats

in a regular rhythm long before forgotten

Breath with me the air

walk with me smile with me

let go of it all and laugh

for one we are and one we will be 

for you are the cooling waters

to my temperate fires

my passion you stoke the flames

whilst cooling my senses

giving me the purpose and reason

to move on forward

washing my body

cleansing my soul

with your soft full tender lips

pressed upon yours as one

you do but whisper

I've found you now

the one I've only ever dreamed of

so don't let me go 

keep me safe from the demons 

around us both so 

hold me closer give me shelter

treasure my gentle but soft

broken old heart

and for you

I will surely grow

now

an

forever 

more

~X~

I'm often reminded just how fragile

life truly is 

more recently with the loss of lives

beyond my control

My Female Cat Storm 

was carrying babies

and the house was filled with excitement 

and of course joy

awaiting that moment

when they would first come into our world

preparations where made

with glee and happiness

and then it was taken

as they came too early

four very small premature kittens

not ready for this hard world

and though I fought to keep them alive

each one I watched

slip back to where they had come from

home to the ether

heart wrenching

and soul destroying it was 

and tears fell amongst us all

you feel useless and blame yourself

what more could I have done

what if Id have done this

or that

but at the end of it all

one accepts that life is

whilst oh so precious

more so fragile

it seems to me now

that our lives as humans

is more fragile then its ever been

with the development of technical wars

eco systems destroyed

hurricanes tornadoes

floods and earthquakes

that strike without malice

but just as deadly

we fail to see how we interact with this world

how we treat it

look after it an nurture an love it so

and yet not once have we stopped to think

this world this earth

it is not even ours

it is the futures

we are but the keepers

the caretakers

and not a fine job we do

we have failed in our very roles

to protect and nourish this very being

that lives and breathes

to keep us all alive

protected and comforted

warm and safe

and now she responds

in the only way she knows

the storms that rage

the seas that swell

the rain that falls

the people that loose their lives

our media is full of such moments

more then ever

and yet

we still don't listen

how long before we realize

its too little

too late

~X~

Smoke an Ashes

Reflections is that all we are when time has passed

those that stood made a final stand

their strength resolved

their hearts full of valor

across foreign lands they traveled

carrying upon their chest

the mark of representation

brave and steadfast they stepped

unto the breach

not knowing if it would be their last

the sounds of shells falling

bullets cracking past them so

the fear unmeasurable

and yet still they advanced

brothers fell screams where uttered

cries and tears shed

and still they pushed ever forward

My Grandfathers 

Both served with courage and faith and belief

One in Burma 

whom must have seen heard things

I can never quantify

The other in London

as a Fireman during the Blitz

Both serving us

protecting us

saving us

with the support of the masses

back home 

be it for the war drive

or to feed the country

no stone was left upturned

in the drive to rid the world of those

that seeked to destroy all that was good

Now they have both passed 

into a world of rest

they have earned their place

along side others who gave

all they could

to protect our liberties

And so these reflections draw me to now

and the men and women who stand and serve 

they too brave and steadfast

strong and resoloute in their duty

an yet

something has changed

there is a loss of resepct

understanding

support

for these fine brave people

who give their all for us

they ask for nothing in return

no medals no accolades

just the rightful respect they deserve

and yet

as I was reminded by the past

fighting in Burma as considered as

The Forgotten War

Their actions Their duties

left unnoted

their bravery their courage

unnoticed

and now it seems to be repeated

as fine young people

stand for civil liberties

in foreign countries

so I say this

why should the 11th Day

of the 11th Month

be the only day we remember them ?

shouldn't we remember them 

EVERYDAY

and give thanks and respect

to those that stand and take

all that is thrown at them

and then in turn throw it back

and yet

come home to nurse a new born child

love their partner

they just like us are human

with loving kind hearts 

whom feel pain shed tears

laugh smile

and give freely

perhaps we should stop

and think

lest we forget

Happy Remembrance Day

~X~