Spring

I look at someone older than me

And tell myself I am not there yet

He shuffles along before me with

The air of a tortoise enjoying a walk

I imitate his slow gait and stumble

My feet are used to a different pace

And protest this momentum drop

Green shoots on the bare branches

Have appeared without fanfare

The torn old leaves have not all fallen 

It is like grandparents and grandchildren

Seen together, the leaving and the arriving

Spring comes to every tree and plant

Without any prompting, sans supplication

My winter is beautiful because it is spring.

Such a sea

The moonglade glitters across the sea

As if it is a golden path to eternity

The incessant waves sound like the mind

With its eternal chatter and entreaties

The harbour cranes loom in the distance

Huge fishing rods angling for prize fishes

This is the second flight heading out

Twinkling stars with a cargo of wishes

The sand under the feet slips away a little

But the cool waters take away so much

All the past that meant so much so long

Does not mean much when the sea is such.