My legs feel cool
I haven’t bothered
With the thermal long johns
I have bought a lot of food
That I shouldn’t have
So I will eat it quickly
My two grandsons
School photographs
Look good in my window
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
My legs feel cool
I haven’t bothered
With the thermal long johns
I have bought a lot of food
That I shouldn’t have
So I will eat it quickly
My two grandsons
School photographs
Look good in my window
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