Month: December 2024

Christmas is coming,
and some deck the halls, not I,
the garden will do.

I’m sat in a cafe,
and won’t you join me awhile,
and talk like old friends.

The sunset seizes,
swirling clouds, now boldly hurled,
to unbowed cold breeze.

Winter chills disguise,
in cold and wet days of lies,
the hope of spring dies.

Sleeping on the train,
as tired weeps with warm rain,
and soaks my reason.

I’m mopping the floor,
honey and apple juice poured,
a real healthy mess.

There’s much to be done,
it has just got to get done,
while having some fun.

Tied in tennis knots,
courting rackets, nets and balls,
learning to love all.

I am out training,
on a stress realise platform,
no point in running.

Running for a train,
but they all do look the same;
feeling wrong train shame.

Waking at sun rise,
and looking out to the skies,
and lone bird that flies.

Don’t you love mornings,
misty cold with rising sun,
when you’re wrapped up warm.