Month: January 2021

What is happening?
The day seems so much warmer.
Yesterday was cold.

The bear cherry tree,
Now bends in expectation,
Of spring and blossoms.

Clouds merge together,
Blanketting the sky in grey,
Without any breaks.

My office will change.
It will re-arrange itself,
Giving some more space.

Music’s a passion,
Though it feels too much the same,
I’ll change what I do.

He hid the small box,
Exploring further the cave,
There were just dead ends.

Back at the stone pile,
He searched in the cold darkness,
For something useful.

Some empty bottles,
Some rags from the dead’s clothing,
And some lengths of cord.

There were no weapons,
No left guns, swords or daggers,
This meant they were killed.

Use to carry stuff,
Then killed to keep it secret,
And to warn others,

Carefully he left,
And checking for any sounds,
Of unwelcome guests.

He filled the bottles,
With water, he would need that,
And wrapped them up.

Outside it was hot,
Quiet, except for the waves,
Breaking on the shore.

The tide was higher,
And almost at the entrance,
How high would it go?

He found a good place,
To hide the things collected,
And to make a fire.

He was hungry now,
But knew water was better,
For a day or two.

He went further round,
The cliffs reduced to forest,
Of in the distance.

He had to get it,
This time with some form of light,
A stick and some rags.

A broken bottle,
And sunlight started a fire,
And went back inside.

A happy New Year,
To all who visit this site,
A much better year.

It is a cold day,
And the small pond has frozen,
Just like my poor hands.

There’s a growing mist,
It is rising thicker now,
And hiding the trees.

It is a new day,
And amazing, a new year,
Twenty twenty-one.