Tag Archives: photography

Cold lips on closed eyes,

Winter ends with a Spring rise.

As mountains to skies.


I’ve seen a man who has drowned. Found face-down, blotched skin, blue and purple tinge, bruises fading and swollen. Tide had brought him in, water swirling, earth set in its spin. Someone’s everything; feeling nothing for anyone, came to rest as nobody’s anything. 

Tear away feet, 

ground beneath. 

The emptiness behind, 

sun’s shoulders 

within reach.

Your pain, 

I know it 

as my own. 


not for my loss, 

it’s knowing 

you’ll not know 

the heart 

I mourn.

Walk of willing feet, caressed by the Ionian Sea. 

Above, storm after storm.
I stroll, mile on mile. 

Under, grey on grey.

Going where earth has gone, 

a river does not lose its way. 


Whilst they grasp at Summer, 

one by one we let the seasons go.