Crisp foot prints

Our steps crunch together

as we walk in time

across the frosted snow.

You hold my hand as I skid

over a frozen drain,

I clutch yours as you trip

over hidden tree roots.

The cold air doesn’t stop

our laughter from skittering about

the park and on into the wind,

gliding across the ocean.

Our cheeks are rosy, smiles wide,

as our feet lead us home.

Advertisement

Words within words

It was clear when we first met,

Laughter from both sides

Over meandering conversations and footpaths,

Voluntarily giving information we’re so used to withholding.

Every time a wall would fall,

Your eyes became brighter.

Our friendship deepened and evolved into simply

Us.

Quick Dash

I canter, I glide,

run away with the tide.

 

I frolic, I flee,

scramble up an oak tree.

 

I weave, I skate,

along the frozen lake.

 

I stumble, I fall,

become a great ball.

 

I roll, I turn,

will I ever learn?

 

I collide, I crash,

what a euphoric dash!

 

I stand, I face,

life at my own pace.

Us.

A flick of the fingers,

a twist of the path,

a flutter of pages

and an eruption of laughs.

 

A silk woven waistcoat,

a shuffle of cards,

a smile in your eyes,

and a melting of shards.

 

A morning of rambles,

a jump to the start,

a hand offered in friendship

and a wide, open heart.

 

A letter of truth,

an evening of reading,

a tear of happiness

and a stop to the bleeding.

 

 

Sanity

A room of trampolines

Rainbow hair

Distant shouting carrying vows on the wind

Constant tickles

Endless laughter

Quotes and references we both get or both miss

A future as bright as your glowing skin

Ten thousand steps and counting

We can go years without connecting with anyone.

Passing comments with associates, laughing at their jokes,

offering background information.

Some say that is connecting.

But it’s not.

Not on a level where

all illusions dissipate,

body language relaxes and accents sneak back in

to chilled speech.

Not on a level where you know what the other is thinking,

gather a conversation of meaning

from one gesture

and laugh just from the slight twinkle

in each other’s eyes.

We can go years without that,

and then one day

stumble into the realisation that the right person

was there all along,

and together

you squeeze the friendship

of those years

into a month or two, and go on

as if it’s always been that way.

Shell shocked

We feel the lap of the waves against our toes
Squealing with delight at the crisp cold
Enthused so much that we don’t notice
The purpling of our skin or the way the waves
Are trying to gulp us down
Into the the sand to lie
Amongst the shells.

Only Crows and Shadows

I see them, dancing

in circles around

the apple trees. Feet

on air, not grounded.

Faces luminous, moon-round.

Their laughter spreads

from tree to tree: infectious.

Then they sleep, until

the next dawn.

Mindset

I’m in an uncertain mood.

 

Uncertain if the days

are long

or if my mind is simply

short.

 

How many times does a person nod

when you’re not writing

about them?

 

Does the sun mind

that we can’t look at it,

or does it laugh

because we can,

just not in the way we think?

 

Have you heard the rumour

that a dripping tap

collects its drips

in a glass,

and then drinks them?

 

Did you watch the rumour

as it spilled from my lips

when I saw the tap

drink its drips

because the sun laughed

even when it felt sad

that no-one could look upon it

when, in fact, the person only nodded,

twice,

when they realised

my mind is short

and the day is long?

 

My mood is uncertain of me.