as the evening sun goes down
wild geese fly above the town
a circling pattern in grey skies
with creaking wings and hooping cries
as the darkening hour grows late
i feel that i could levitate
grey
Bank Holiday Blues
Bank Holiday gloom seeps into the room
from a flat sky, full of grey light,
pressed to the glass of the window
three days of no brightness
changes the view
this hollow whiteness
deadens the day
the sounds become softer
the memories harder
of all that is vanished away
The Dreaming Path 