Warm Morning Light [Common Meter]

My walk is in the early hours,
in dawn's buttery light.
There's a gold glint to all that's pale,
whether a wall of white
or waters of a placid lake
or eucalyptus trunks
or on the waving Pampas grass
or on the robes of monks.

And by the time I've lost that light,
the walking hour is done.
And I'll be looking forward to
when next the day is dun.

Morlock State of Mind [Lyric Poem]

Living like a Morlock,
outside the shaft of light.
Lured beyond walls of rock.
Mesmerized by blue sky.

Loving the thought of blue,
but burnt by the mere sight.
Praying for an Eloi view,
but feeling it's not my right.

Long Shadows [Free Verse]

long autumn shadows stretch
across the pavement

and it might just be that
everything has stretched out

time and thought and hope
and love and life and mystique

all smeared across the day like
shadows smear across the ground

it's a slowing of the mundane
as the mood grows sadder

winter's melancholy is moving
on the wing 

POEM: A Leaf in the Light

i see a leaf amid leaves
the tree is covered in creepers
these leaves churn out power
— silently —
each leaf making miniscule food,
but there are so many —
and so many hours of daylight,
and they take no breaks
they sit in tight clusters
waving in wind
still in stillness
— but ceaselessly working —
until the day is done
&
darkness descends

and i can’t help but wonder whether they have leafy dreams, and — if so — what a tree’s dreams feel like?