Tonight

Venus and Jupiter

bright beads threaded on the

orbital plane

waning moon
slowly turns his
face away

a full moon
painting the frost
coated streets

crescent moon rises

bright –like a bar of light through

 a crack in a door

driving through the night

Mars and Orion to guide us

safely home

Adorned

the moon in her hair

and Venus – a bright bead of light

upon her neck

last night bright
Venus shone down upon all
my wounds, my scars

we’ll be watching films
projected onto the black face
of the new moon

two full moons
rising - double glazed from an
upper window

in the hollows
a pond cradled
in snow and ice

a ribbon
of silver river -
sky mirror

driving home
ravens gather
in the tall trees,
their rasping cries echoing
from the shadows of winter woods

on sunken fields
grey water
white gulls radiant

still raining hard -
I’m caught in a soggy
old fishing net

my longing
for a distant land
forgiveness

under my feet
a black sludge
of dead leaves

February
in the jewel blue sky
a flood light sun

above black branches
caught on the wind
the clouds


thanks Rachel

for Beatrice

I'm startled by the
iron chimes of church bells
echoing off the moon

cold rain rippling
across the slow
brown river