Gaia

Glance idly and drink the drowsy
lilac’s heady bloom,
or doze a dream beneath the lilting
banana fronds,
appreciate this idyllic time we share
lest these bounteous gifts disappear,
wasted by drugged ambivalence
abandoned with scant promiscuity, then
raped in doubtful ignorance
minutes to millennia flee
into some cosmic rendezvous
none slow or choose to gift a glance as
Gaia sighs and waves goodbye

© Graham Sherwood 03/2010

Mole

A full sky,
so crammed full it may plummet,
pale grey, dense, delivering polar snow.
The paddock in shining cloudscape,
a brilliant white duvet of silence.
The five oaks sleep
beneath a funereal gauze of morning mist,
as the nauseous silence demands my attention.
Then stirring noiselessly, at my feet
dark wet earth,
an eruption of chocolate crumbs,
morsel by morsel, rudely,
blemished brown cake on white icing
upside down.
A moley leather nose
One sniff and he is gone.

© Graham Sherwood 01/10