Through wet marshland Gawking at the farm hand Stood in off white glory Still and…

A Reply to ‘O Captain, My Captain’ by Walt Whitman   My love, My love…

I remember the day you left We walked in the park Sat on the bench…

They watch me – You know Beady eyes – follow shallow steps I creep tipped…

Yesterday’s leaves have fallen, Concealing grounds below Bare and barron trees Changing scenery we know…

A day to bloom Read, write, articulate – Consume Pen to paper – Become creator…

Wrapped in duvets  Beneath it all – Darkness  Until the days, the nights  Resume their…