empire

Hospital windows

Hospital windows
reflect an iridescent sky
as colour turns to darkness.

City of Tiny Lights

November night rolls up the moon;

street-lit clouds leach away its light;

something resembling starlight shakes a fist;

incandescence shines like neon saints 

converging in a sky of little rain.

Nightfall’s

A garden bird,

A hidden window;

saturday

being
released
normal service
to be resumed
when the minutes
have gone un-clocked
and the hours without end
sneak past midnight
till dawn is
broken

precipitations

rain falls
threaded from heaven
a heavy mist on the eyes
rough ropes binding sky
to a promise of weather
no climate can keep