recycling

began a poem
about recycling
but decided
best bin it maybe
something better
will emerge from it

passing comet

in the beginning
at the end, during the middle -
the start is a star;
falling trees;
fingers clawing turf;
flint and steel.
throw another log on the pyre.
let the sparks fly.
let's have another story...

fall back

that man over there
may well be right
looks like Auden
did say "poems are
never finished,
merely abandoned."

so I'm off for a
pot of tea and a
hot cross bun,
whether in honour
of last Easter
or next, who knows?

at this rate we'll
be putting calendar
forward a month in
Spring and back in
Autumn.