Step into the labyrinth

And each tree is identical

No identifying features

Just a uniform path

Stretching out of sight

© Caro Ness 2015 

My journey has been arduous

But I’m sailing home to you

The seas have been rough

Even now they are calm

But I’m sailing home to you

The sun sets slowly

Projecting its light across the water

As I’m sailing home to you

Birds have been my only companions

Journeying home or to pastures new

Their presence gives me succour

As I’m sailing home to you

© Caro Ness 2015

The morning mist

Clings to the ground

And stretches out

It’s chill fingertips

Across the fields

The fenceposts

Standing like silent sentinels

Prevail against its icy grip

© Caro Ness 2015 

Autumn on a branch

Dripping gold leaf

Into my lap

And on the ground beneath my feet

© Caro Ness 2015

I thought I saw something really scary,

It was kind of small  and kind of hairy!

With a pointy nose and big front teeth,

Lord knows what perils lie beneath!

I’m a natural when I’m herding sheep,

I control their movements in my sleep,

Anything murine* fills me with feat,

I’m mouse-allergic, that much is clear. 

© Caro Ness 2015

  
* relating to a mouse

Walking in the rain,

With the world washed anew

And the trams skimming along

Throwing up vapour trails. 

The city seems brighter,

Lighter,

Even with the lowering skies.

© Caro Ness 2015

My love bought me flowers

Brought me tulips

Of different colours

To brighten my day

And she lifted my spirits 

With her gift

© Caro Ness 2015

We like our milk warm,

And we like it on tap,

As it comes, straight out of the teat.

In its most natural, purest form,

As a morning snack or nightcap

It makes us feel quite replete. 

© Caro Ness 2015  

A storm like no other

Apocalyptic 

Lightning in columns

Pounding the earth

Clouds bank menacingly

And I half expect

A booming voice-over saying

Global warming

I told you so

This is your punishment

For neglecting

And despoiling this world

© Caro Ness 2015   

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Just a large puddle

But it imperfectly reflected

The avenue of trees

 As if a painter had

Painted an exact watercolour

 Then dragged the end of his brush 

Through it

To create a distorted image

© Caro Ness 2015