The wind blows with gusto
Blusters across the warm garden
If this had been an holiday romance
The sense of it would already be upon us
Warm winds of the west Atlantic
The thrashing storms of Regis seas
Sixpence in the bubble gum machine
Parachutes hung from the citrus tree
In joy we seek out shadows
In sorrow search for somewhere light
That is why we ride the roller coaster
Why we step upon the magic bus
In my deckchair
Meadow grass and mistletoe
A book of passionate poetry
A few daydreams, still time for me
Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle
