EVENT HORIZON

Let me say that this prediction is a hurried work of fiction,
To claim otherwise is foolish and naive,
But the portents are all there, hints of madness fill the air,
Listen carefully, then say you don't believe.

Now the weather's gone to hell and as far as I can tell,
The seasons change at any time they choose.
We have springtime in the snow; summer comes one week, then goes.
Floods and droughts and forest fires don't make the news.

KISS OF LIFE
My spouse doesn't kiss me
Will I die five years earlier?
And from what date please
Tell me I want to go sooner
If you can send me
To that land
Where only kissers stand
Holding hand in hand,
Do tell me of another one,
Who will perhaps?
With me like to run
And have fun
For all I know is kissing you,
I mean one,
That adds to spice of living
And that I know is kissing,
So as to keep in frame
And make no excuses lame
And live till the moment I have to

When I woke up this morning and I saw you lying there
with the sunlight through the curtains shining in your hair.
I looked at you lovingly, while you lay asleep
then leaned over to kiss you, gently on your cheek.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have kissed an Angel today.

So we start another day
of school at home,
the boys all bleary-eyed,
morose and slow
with newly-eaten breakfast,
me half-asleep,
fingers warming
on my mug of steaming tea,
the small ceramic heater
whining softly
in the cold front sunroom
that is our classroom,
the chairs marched in from
the dining room
as forlorn
as the boys are,
after Christmas and New Year.