I find myself here...

The towering trees that dappled the track
were once mine. The romancing Owls announcing the dusk
Shadowy sprites of gnarly Beech and ancient Oak;

The crows that scattered themselves
like funereal hankerchiefs, caught in a howling of grief
They were mine

Every stray and self seeded Elder
clutching fistfuls of champange lace
Odorous ornament for the wiccan bride;

The hundreds and thousands of wildflowers
scattering the slopes of a greening mead
A billowing city of brilliant butterflies
and scintillant bugs;
They were all once mine

My life crazed like a windscreen
into a million tiny fractures, held together
by wishes and prayers and hope
Longing visits like a faithless lover
whom I cannot give up

I tramp the moribund pavements and scour the wanting sky
Tiny drab birds flutter in municipal hedges
like torn up love letters, chirping messages of heartbreak
of what I had... of what I lost.