Month: December 2022

Another coffee,
sits beside me and waiting,
to cool a little.

The light resonates,
with a kind of light music,
that I connect with.

Cover to cover,
I’m learning to discover,
the beauty of words.

I look and can’t see,
the wood for the trees ahead,
but they do look good.

And every new page,
holds the key to something new,
waiting to be found.

Dinner is ready,
chicken spicy wraps I sense,
that is so tasty.

The time is flying,
I have seen it pass my house,
a few times today.

Well, that was Friday,
it sunk in mugs of coffee,
and never came up.

My book’s shaping up,
and it is getting leaner,
as I edit it.

The robin still sings,
in the snow and misty days,
such a welcome sight.

I am now planning,
for this year ahead of me,
with changes to come.

The sun is diffused,
but so bright and elegant,
I just had to stop.

I was out tonight,
just feeling the icy fog,
and the way it hangs.

I can not escape,
the urgent need to succeed,
and get something done.

Fog came rolling in,
and was caught in the valley,
hiding the houses.

The cold distant moon,
stands so far away from me,
and still taunting me.

I am writing on,
despite pencils out of ink,
and the tap running.

The guitar can sing,
simply by tickling its strings,
or by strumming it.

Hanging from cold feet,
the icicle’s holding on,
and drips a little.

Sipping my Lemsip,
and I’m enjoying its warmth,
just before bedtime.

The older I get,
the more I understand why,
morning roosters scream.

The time is flying,
I have seen it pass my house,
a few times today.

Another coffee,
sits beside me and waiting,
to cool a little.

The snow has arrived,
and it is looking so cool,
whilst fresh and untouched.

A crisp white carpet,
covers everything it can,
and brings quietness.

The joy of writing,
is a summer stream flowing,
and so refreshing.