blue skies winter sun
birds singing along the path
the draw of a desk
Author: myeccentricfriend
Random thoughts on the Everyday
waiting
waiting for a friend
standing under the poplars
I feel so small
rain
old man in the rain
stuck on a traffic island
conflicting currents
work
a flock of seagulls
excavators hard at work
the stench of landfill
sweater
dressing for the cold
my favourite green sweater
the one with the darn
stare
no chorus this morn
the sun casts an icy stare
on still-sleeping birds
chill
the first blaze of dawn
burnt orange and azure blue
belie winter’s chill
pattering
hailstones pattering
fingers trying to keep pace
dance over the keys
moment
for a moment I
hold my hand to the windshield
to watch the ice melt
edge
skulking in the dark
at the edge of consciousness
some forgotten thing
My Eccentric Friend 