Broken Jug / The Rose.

 

Through an Iced Up Window.

 

Birthday Flowers. (A Poem).

 

Flicking through pages on my mobile phone

I study photos of the summer just gone -

 

Birthday flowers placed in a vase by the kitchen window

Appear serenely perfect, more so than the smile

On the face of my hand carved wooden Buddha

Siting impassive in a stream of sunlight

That drifts in silence from east to west.

The surreal perfection of the birthday flowers

Seem to defy the progress of time,

With their delicate beauty outdoing nature 

As if they were cut from coloured glass.

But glass breaks easily, and time, like the sunlight

Drifts unstoppable from dawn to dusk

And outlasts the darkness that clouds our dreaming.

The flowers have gone, but the photos remain

To celebrate a birthday that passed last summer 

When the days were long and warm and lovely

And the hands on the clock for a moment stopped moving.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

December 11th. 2024.

Tonight I Look Towards Spring. (A Poem).

 Paper snow

No moon reflecting tomorrow

I walk hand in hand with my shadow

Toward somewhere I Do not Know

They tell me death is like sleeping

A koan that shapes no answer

I`d rather paint flowers on the paper

I`d rather sweep up the snow

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 5th. December 2024.

Winter Dreaming.3

 

Winter sun through ice.

 

Interior of the storm.