Being a Child

Darker, father, faster:

later pater? parcels now are

sweeter (beater) better now

than happy ever after:

softer, laughter longer,

more, not sore and soothing.

Louder, proud and precious;

fuller – dull – disaster:

error, mother, moths fly

to light and flitter frisky,

out of winter’s weather

onto moon of me, now.

Hope

When the sky turns Lakeland slate,

there’s nothing left to do but wait

for ominousness – maybe brightness –

on its way to bless.

 Trees are waving and a gap is near.

Turn to the sky and ache

for a far, far mountain

and long for affectation,

real hope.

Trees are waving and a gap is near.

When you glimpse its snowy top

your heart will leap

like hares – for real work

to start today – to begin – to do.

Hat

Andrew wears a hat

theory disappears

and he becomes expressive, happy.

Hard to get at – how a hat

- can do that.

Like an uncovered head

leaks a brain or mind or thought

but, covered up,

expresses more clearly

who we really are.