some poems

Our Time Of Turmoil

Our love is like an African plain;
Ever changing, yet complete.
Seasons stripping us to reveal our
Vulnerability, our starkness.

But nature leaves a glimmer of hope.
Dormant. Still. Hibernating.
Waiting for the rain, waiting for the
Call of emergence to come.

We battle on through nature's rigour,
Until the flowers of our
Spring bring a new beginning to this
Sustained cycle of wholeness.