A lonely beach

I walk the lonely sand
I watch the lonely sea
I mark the lonely sky

I walk the lonely sand
The silken sand
The mustard sand
The salty sand
The gritty sand
The rustling sand
I walk the lonely sand

I watch the lonely sea
The soaking sea
The slate grey sea
The salty sea
The rinsing sea
The rushing sea
I watch the lonely sea

I mark the lonely sky
The airy sky
The ash grey sky
The salty sky
The salt grit sky
The blustering sky
I mark the lonely sky

I walk the lonely sand
I watch the lonely sea
I mark the lonely sky

Autumn leaves

Autumn leaves crunch and crackle under my feet

The ground ablaze with orange and crimson flame 

They flicker and swirl in the surging wind

Slowly dying to blackened ashes

 Falling to the ground like fiery snow

A paint box of leafy shapes

The trees branches devoid of leaf

In a slowly drifting mist against a world of grey

Golden fabric spiralling to the ground

Forming a rich and royal carpet

Of bronze and copper patterns

Only to be covered by winters white gown

The scenery of grief

Death is merely a stone,

It drops suddenly into a pond,

And the ripples begin to grow,

To cover the lake and beyond.

Pain consumes each ripple,

Overflowing into the next,

Until it consumes the lake,

Leaving us rather vexed.

Misery surrounds it all,

It being the sandy shore,

The ripples lapping gently,

At it forevermore.

Depression drags us under,

Our last breath cannot keep us sane,

Down, down into the mud,

Drowning in a lake of pain.

Fear

The stony gargoyle of fear,

Creeps into our hearts and souls,

Perched on the roof of our hearts,

Destroying all hope of our goals.

When fear is flying around us,

The leathery wings block out,

The faintest rays of sunlight,

Bringing the blackest of doubt.

But the gargoyle only sits at the edge,

Its shadow passing right through,

That’s when fear has consumed you

Then there is nothing to do.