Big Triku ‘The Top?’

I turn a corner,

to face the gradual rise

of another hill.


When I reach the end, by the

blue sky, will it only be to see

the path continue upward?


Surely some corner,

before the clouds, will show the

glorious summit?

Big Triku ‘Christmas Flutters’

Damp and gloomy here,

somewhere in a frozen air,

snow falls thick and cold.


I close my eyes and find I‘m

there, a billion snowflakes circling round

my cabin on the mountain.


Inside my own snow

globe, crackling fire inside, I

watch the world of white.