Trinity of suns.
Morning, afternoon and eve.
Each cast their light
Fanning their own shades of brightness
Spanning our hours, our fathers' hours,
Our children's hours.
There is comfort here, now, in the solid stone,
The unadorned simplicity.
And , if we pause a while,
We realise that
Time is our only constant.

Linking to Sunday Muse Blogspot. Thank you Carrie - your images continue to inspire.  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/


What Can Dreams Tell Us?


Illusion or solid?
Droplets begin their tap dance.
On my window,
Or on the lode?
Flatlands of sleep,
Or marshes of the East?

I have goose bumps of premonition
As finally I shake the dust
Of a dream riddle
And wonder –
Has the journey started
Or reached its end?

Linking this to d’Verse poets and Sarah’s invitation to write an ekphrastic poem to a selection of artwork by Lee Madgwick. See Link below: