Two turtle doves

Beak to down
Down but not daunted
Sing your song
Hang on
Earbuds flowering
Petal beats
Atrium
Ventricle
Heart
Never silent
Ever present
Hold on
Be with us
Never ever
Still

Tang

Crystals for space travellers
OJ minus actual juice
The colour of fruit without the hassle
Of growing things
New vistas on the horizon
Switching up the gears
Helmets on
Let's ditch the big blue ball
Destination Mars

Ash

Sneezing in the summer sun
Bright light brings it on
Crisp days cooler nights
And breezy poplar stands
The bite in the air
Keep weaving wee spiders
And jumpers too
Spinning wielding
Magic in the skeins
A little while longer
We still have our tales to tell

And it is...

In the air the crispness the bite
The ting
In the angle of the sun
The creamy afternoon dream
It's in the memory of squinting August days
Churning into evening
Churning into night
It's when we last met
had a chance to be
Palms to palms
Heart to heart
Threading you
Threading me

Paper house

Closing my eyes
Making a wish
And blowing your nest
A little further afield
Where you can come and go
Where we can come and go
And sometimes meet
Without harm
To winged ones
Or bipeds
Just hangin
In the summer sun

Wooing woolens

If I could felt anything
I would felt a wave
To wash down and all around
All over us
The smell of tangy lambs
Gambolling in tall grasses
Little beach glass pebbles between our toes
Knitted in a basketball
Knitted in dreams

Quesnel and Cariboo

Swim back little fishes
The spawning is not safe
Lead us and we will follow
Fin to skin
Find another way