a wind picking up
changing its direction
a door slamming shut
Author: myeccentricfriend
Random thoughts on the Everyday
season
one morning in January
the sun rose before I awakened
so startling it felt
as though
I had missed the day entirely
and slept
whilst spring flowers
pushed through
the soil
their bright faces turned upwards
yawning from their long sleep
kissed by the sun
tenderly
tickled by the breeze
fondly
while I slept and awakened
taken
in surprise
by the new season
drum
thinking it traffic
that steady tinnitus drum
banging in my ears
singing
blue skies winter sun
birds singing along the path
the draw of a desk
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
My Eccentric Friend 