Rainbows Grace.

A Rainbow graces the sky yet ever fades away. When they are with us they are very beautiful, even if they are born of many tears.

I Like My Clock!

I like my clock

It does not tick

It does not tock

It stays there most un woundly quizzled

Ceased at five to nine.

Upon my Train Journey I Became.

As momentarily real as the shadows cast dancing on the platform by the trees leaf bare, yet warming as the low bright sun 'midst the clear crisp late Autumns air.

As far as the mountainous clouds gathered above the distant sea,

and as near as the fellow passengers that sat all around me.

Perhaps I shall travel this way again.

Though I shall wait, and I shall see.

And I shall become no doubt as many things in between.

A Blank Page.

Today was a blank page, and so very beautifully so.

That is, until I spoilt it by expression.

For I need to learn that sometimes the snow is far better left un-trodden, and that a clear cool pond is better left un-rippled.