Ducks in judgement

I plunge
Into frigid waters
Hoping to be numb
Dare not speak
Ducks in judgement
Think me dumb
But every time
The silence breaks
I am overcome.


The Grey

He waters baskets in pouring rain,
The street below floods just the same
And echoes there grey skies above,
A seagull swoops in lieu of dove.
No summer here, or so it seems.
I wish to wake from out this dream!
To feel the sun, warm villas fair,
Oh Aberdonian despair!