In the aftermath

a riot of birds debate

rebuilding their nests

The first day of spring

thrush sings the melody to

riotous chorus

As storms chase the moon,

whipping trees relentlessly

a small baby sleeps

Leaping on my bed

the dog stretches and yawns and

smiles with toothy grin

When connection breaks

stumbling around in the dark

searching for a friend

Dark webs cluster round

and paths are scantily lit

virtual journey

Hanging by a thread

traversing from web to web

a silken route map

Blazing red and gold

the morning sky promises

new frustrations

Words of an old song

and melody awaken

memories of love

Day moves in gently

pushing aside wrinkled sheets

from pinky grey sleep