Always Maybe

Theres always so much promise before he says maybe .....

maybe he'll visit me
maybe he won't

Maybe he loves me
maybe he don't

probably maybe don't won't

Can we really build a future together on that

Maybe - but then,  i know what maybe means . . . . . . 

maybe is not a promise - its a nothing

Midmar

Listen to the wind - it will take you home ......

Dancing with the Autumn

I sat quietly at the window and watched her dancing with the autumn

with light hearted abandon, she skipped and swirled with the bright orange leaves

as though they were her friends.

Soft drifts of snow started to fall, landing on her hair.  She wore them on her head like a shining white crown.  Autumns Faerie Princess welcoming the new season.

WAITING

I came here in the summer

hot sun curling the leaves

my bags packed and ready

in the waiting room of love

.

The wind gets colder

and the leaves start to fall

my suitcases getting dusty

as they wait in the hall.

The snow is falling gently

the trees are silvery white

my belongings frosted over

waiting this long night.

Spring and sweet smelling blossoms

line the pathway to my heart,

where my bags lie in the doorway

still waiting to depart.