Sunrise
Sunset
Dawn
Or dusk
The beauty
Of life
Snapped
On the cusp
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
The blackbird was still
I was intrigued by its stillness
I looked away for a moment
But then it was gone
Although on looking deeper
I saw it again
Flitting from branch to branch
Suddenly quite restless
The warm sun
Through and over
The winter trees
Through my yard
Small as it is
And on through
The window
Onto this page
A good night’s sleep
But not a good mood
For the morning meditation
The carry-over
From a master grieving
Touched my conscience
Where is the equilibrium
Between sparrow and sky
Where is the imbalance
Between blackbird and spy
Is that a thrush
Which waits on the gutter
Or is it the Sainsbury’s van
With two blocks of butter
Oiled clothes collected
And put in the washing machine
Yes you’ve guessed it - Eco wash
To turn out environmentally clean