I stumbled upon you, standing alone, naked on the edge of the woods,

Your arm stretched out, beckoning me to come, closer to your grace,

Motionless in the winter sunlight, as if you had been waiting, for my arrival.

I draw up close, and wrap my arms around, your weathered skin.

Our essences touch, as one looking out, across the fields together,

Sharing our stories in silence, we hear each other, so well,

You enter my soul, loneliness in banished from us, with tear filled eyes,

My heart races in sadness, as I disengage, and turn around,

Walking away I look back, at you saying, “Goodbye Beloved Tree”


Green Serpent


Green serpent, I danced with you in order to forget,
But alas the memories returned whenever you left,
Just could not manage without your charming threat,
To take me far away from my mind so bereft.

Green magic, I felt the spell that you cast on my life,
And through your spirit I longed for it’s quick relief from strife,
Imbibing your essence till I was left in a trance,
Leaving me in perpetual need of that one final dance.

Green desire, I see you everyday and everywhere I turn,
But penniless there is no reason to stay with me, although I may yearn,
Has your love for me ended, am I now forlorn?
Alone with my sad thoughts, for you I shall morn.

Green Serpent, now I have found new friends at last,
True ones that give happiness and a love so vast,
So if you try to return some day and mess with my head,
Beware that I now dance with others, and will ignore you instead!


Foxy Spirit


October has arrived, and both city dwellers and country folk alike may have noticed a subtle increase in the number of foxes that roam at night. The reason? During the later part of the year, in what is known as the season of dispersion, kits leave the family den and “disperse”, to seek out their own territories and establish new lives.

To many people, the presence of foxes may be seen as something controversial. However, in traditional cultures, the fox possesses a spirit associated with wisdom, cunning and guidance.

Here in this poem are my observations of this spirit in action on our city streets:

Seen through broad windows above polished oak tables,
Dark blanket of evening adorns the city in sables,
Coy figures shimmer between lonely street lights,
Pen is released by the hypnotic sights

In the gloaming they observe without being seen,
Their invisible presence scanning the scene,
Sudden amber pearl-drop eyes pierce the yellowy light,
Slender red muzzle narrows to black nares and snowy white.

Again like sleight of hand they slip from sight,
Then re-emerge from the shadowy night,
Spirit of vulpes silently glides,
With totem wisdom it effortlessly guides.

New season signals freedom and new adventures when,
Silent troops disperse from the den,
Bushy tailed shaman casts magic! all are withdrawn!
Pen starts to scribble on page until dawn.