River of goodness

like heated rays beaming
upon ice dripping slowly
down glacial mountainsides,
streaming through a slalom
of white covered aspens
shaking mounted snowflakes
from their branches, dusting the 
thin air like eagles soaring through
layered clouds, calling their mates
whom wait, nestling their young,
cuddling frail bodies, shelter, 
granting pleasurable security
whilst eyeing braided brooks
quietly nourishing pastures seasoned
of off-spring, taking wobbly first
steps amid crowding proud mothers
appreciating nature’s run-off,
sustenance, the life-saving power
of several tiny drops of water;
the importance of compliments.

                                   Jaymes Ian Woode



if i hoped, for the sun
to shine upon your face,
or time to pause, so
that we could walk together,
takes turns on the swing,
hold hands longer, or
stand still, like time,
to gaze into each other’s
eyes, life, soul, the future,
our future, together, it is
my hope, with you, there
are no days, nights, years,
just us, as others pass by.

                        Jaymes Ian Woode


side note, graphs, or a memo,
photo in black and grey, faded,
canvas splattered in imaginative
colors, doorways, corridors, a
crack in the sky, clouds rushing,
filling space, eyes open, a
door, or window, green, brown,
and red, leaves drop, piling, 
mounds of snow, mittens and
hats, ice-scapers scrape by, not alone,
cocoa, tea, bedtime by the fire, dreams
of running, fields of wheat, golden,
rising sun, years pass, history, ours,
you and me, time passes, love stills us.

                                      Jaymes Ian Woode