Choice
Choice is illusion…
We are creative, We are old, We are sods. Cos.
Choice is illusion…
Different perceptions of a fine art photograph
You can’t always be sure with wildlife, who it is you’re feeding.
So tired, so weary, 
so hard to find sleep. 
Could adding a year 
have made such difference? 
I fear it could. 
Drifting mist of cool early dawn 
reveals dew-spangled spiderwebs. 
Heavy boughs laden with berries 
ripe fruits lie fallen beneath. 
Warm golden glow of low evening sun 
enriches fiery leaf hues. 
Soft darkness encroaches, nature nestles 
shorter days herald winter’s rest. 
A train journey passing through other people’s lives.
Could these be the parallel universes to which scientists allude?
Fear 
spoils everything 
paralyses 
exhausts. 
Golden Falls and Geysirs
Jewels and Silver Fish
Ice Caves and Dragons