hour of dreams -
the station stops waiting

timelessly suspended
in scents of summer

cosmos, motionless
against the sagging fence

a faint ticket office shadow
merges with the track

in moonlight
an arrival, neither lost
nor found

doll's house

her hair glows
in noonday sun
bent over tiny pieces of wood
she sands, glues

the slot and tab chair, desk
bookcase
emerge between small
thumb and forefinger

through the window
children
from the next-door school
shout and play

she looks at me
smiles, stroking
soft pale wood

and i smile back
from the walls
of our doll's house
world

circles

i found my
silver birch this
morning     grown so
deep in silence not
even the wind or
sun knew it was
there     hidden
at the bottom of
the garden
its circled stillness
holding such solace i
turned to dust
at its
feet

hummingbird

i lure you
my hummingbird love
once more     to feel
the gentle breeze
of your fingers
through my hair,
our hearts
across leafy skies
chasing an explosion
of flowers and
light     breathless
into the autumn sun -
i see you drift
away in sleep
sunrays tousled
in your hair
and then, on
whirring wings . . .
a smile