Love In A Cold Climate (draft one)

A paper folding sea lion

stopped me on the stairs

I helped him make

one hundred cranes

to cure the mal de mare

of a hop rocking penguin

his intent it was to eat

before he’d heard her sing along

to Cliff Richard’s

On The Beach

Butterflies

Her eyes

they land gently

blue butterflies

flying through my thoughts

gossamer wings

lace whispering

adding to them…

…and taking away

those darker ones

from wintertime

bringing summer’s light kisses

into my dreams

Swallows

Silken swallows

wings hardly heard

in a sky filled

with clouded

crowded thoughts

dashing scissors slicing

through storms of doubt

and clearing them.