Month: February 2020

Well the weekends gone,
That was windy and trees fell,
But the sky was blue.

Guests called in today,
To say hello and drink tea,
Then they left again.

Weather forecast bad,
They talk of gales and high waves,
Sweeping west to east.

Some news from away,
Far away, a letter came,
Carried all the way.

There is a story,
To tell, share, love and enjoy,
Alive in us all.

The frost lay heavy,
Whitening the frozen ground,
It has a beauty.

I have met my goals,
Those I set myself today,
Smart and realistic.

The train’s seeing red,
Suddenly stopping right there,
Then moves on careful.

It’s a misty day,
It shrouding the land and trees,
Hangs over water.

Woken in the night,
Dragged from deep dreamless slumber,
Second half too short.

Out taking photos,
The moon in the clear black sky,
Was bright and defined.

Caught in a landslide,
No escape from what it is,
The music has stopped.

Fun chocolate treats,
And those little waste wrappers,
Forming a small pile.

The train runs fast now,
Clear of the country’s green space,
And into London.

Clear skies welcome us,
The sun hazily greets us,
Through its cloudy eyes.

Nine hundred and nine,
Since the last date palindrome,
Most didn’t care much.

Feb knocks on the door,
It’s cold outside, he’s waiting,
He has lost his keys

Jan finally left,
Her cold expressions remain,
And Feb strides in now.

The ground he steps on,
Is cold and frost marks his steps,
The sky’s cold and blue.

The waters are still,
Cold and unmoving so dark,
Reflecting the night.

Falling ever down,
The rain drops always falling,
But they will return.