clearest of mornings

 

if there is time we'll make a better trade
eyes will be dried and vision will be clear
the worst of days comes in the end to fade

choices are hard but yet they must be made
courage requires that every one must dare
if there is time we'll make a better trade

pirates and ninjas will combine to raid
the ones who up till then had not a care
the worst of days comes in the end to fade

shapes in the trees are made of light and shade
things are much sharper in the autumn air
if there is time we'll make a better trade

a calmer time will every stomach aid
we have some decent moments left to spare
the worst of days comes in the end to fade

at bottom stand the ones with fork and spade
whose looming presence causes all to swear
if there is time we'll make a better trade
the worst of days comes in the end to fade

Looking out at time

 

Autumn now comes, and we must not recoil
from welcoming the changing of the year
and the sharp clarity of morning air
as mind and body cease at last to boil.
I take a moment from the weekend's toil
to think about the things for which I care,
a simple moment that I need to spare
a sort of lubrication with sweet oil.
None of the days to come will be pure joy
but I look forward to a working time
when all that happens has an upward trend;
time and experience do not humour cloy,
another bell will have a clearer chime
and every year comes down to a clean end.

noctural vision

 

if there's a chance to see beyond the wall
we ought to take it and declare our part
in matters that go to the very heart
of what we think of as our silent all
action's required we cannot simply stall
life is a rocket now and not a cart
this is not something of a complex art
there is no giant waiting in the hall
this is no savagery of natural law
nothing is evil underneath this sky
words may suffice to entertain us now
we do not fear a coming monster's claw
nor is our courage made into a lie
before the happy ones we take a bow