You showed me

You showed me the dark sides of my marriage.
I, being mind-blind, stumbled in shock,
Repelled by what I saw,
Discovering voids where so much should have been.

Realising that I have been afraid to live,
I now mourn for what I never had.

Autumn park

Autumn park;

my eyes carried down an artist's palate

Of leaves and off to a distant view

Of Alps, snow covered and promising 

Cold and frost.

Geneva's fountain playing high

Above any roofs, it's curving plume

A silver ark:

An ark in time,

As evening draws in.

But time will not arc back.

The sadness of autumn leaves

The sadness of autumn leaves:

their rich colours,

and gentle falling,

a promise of winter -

a warning of frost.

Their slow decay,

food for the morrow

and for thought.