Shadows

The warmest shadows

exist only

beneath my coat

And with your body

closer

We'll cast more warm and dark shadows

Casuarina Casualty

Beneath the Casuarina tree

The grass is sparse and the earth dusty

It's not a place I care to rest my body

Poor Casuarina with his tired canopy

He seems wearier than me

A Little Less of Me

I don't like the browns of Autumn

I don't like the greys in her skies

I don't like the cold in her breezes

Stinging my watery eyes

I'll put on my shoes and start walking

I'll take a bottle and turn up a song

Quenching my thirst and my thirsty heart

Looking for a place to belong

My body it moves in circles

My head in the straightest line

In a while I'll be back where I started

With a little less of me every time