in the vase one rose
intensifies its colour
the others fading
Tag: #creativewriting
spirits
many cloudy nights
without the twinkle of stars
to raise our spirits
bright
walking through the woods
we sit for a while and watch
bright leaves unfurling
buds
the beauty of trees
dressed in buds and spring blossom
a glorious day
life
reclaiming my life
blocking out my calendar
marking out my beat
dandelions
dandelions in
the grass, joyful reflections
golden memories
cottage
the hoo-hoo of doves
memories of grandfather
his cottage garden
ears
keeping me awake
that sound of pounding hammers
the beat in my ears
hiatus
hiatus lingers
transitory emotions
playing with colour
the thing about rain
The thing about rain is
the noise,
pattering on the roof
above my head as I type
disturbing the rhythm of my words.
The thing about rain is
the sound,
of tyres on steaming tarmac
outside my door.
The thing about rain is
the smell,
earthy, fungal, rich
reminding me I’m here
in the world, at this moment.
The thing about rain is,
the tactile memory of
streaming
running
surging
coolness on my skin.
I leave my desk and walk
to the forest
behind the house
ankle deep
wet moss between toes
wet hair, wet lips
tongue reaching out to taste,
what?
You’re not here
The thing about rain is,
it falls
My Eccentric Friend 