It happens so seldom
Despite my inner need and desire
A simple connection discarded along the way.
Then out of the blue you reached out
Walking down a quiet Paris street
Eiffel Tower in our sights.
You slipped your hand into mine
Your skin cool to the touch
That simple gesture touching my heart.
Who am I?
Or who do you think I am?
Meandering through life
Achieving quiet recognition as I go
Now comfortable in my own skin.
No one watching or listening
Only the sounds of nature for company
Wondering what is to come…
Daydreaming of long light summer nights
Reflecting on the dark days of winter
Open to new possibilities
Praying for better days as I
Balanced on the smallest of blooms
Unique in her beauty
Trusting of the world around her
Terrified of what the future holds
Excited to feel free in the evening sun
Relieved that the rain showers have passed
Fragile to those to care to look closely
Lost on life’s journey
Yearning for something as yet unknown
Icy east wind blows.
Sun shines on the rutted path.
Spring lies just beyond.
note: a Haiku is a three line Japanese poem of seventeen syllables ( five, seven, five) evoking images of the natural world.
It was Boxing Day night
And oh what a sight!
In a bar in Candy Cane Lane
Santa and Scrooge propped up the bar
Both of them enjoying a festive jar
“Your round again, Santa,” Scrooge declared.
As towards the small stage a wide-eyed Santa stared.
Draped around a sparkling pole
Bedecked in tinsel Mrs Claus bared her all.
The lights dimmed and the music played.
Alone in the spotlight Mrs Claus swayed.
“Now that’s more like it!” said Scrooge with a smile
“That’s my wife!” gasped Santa after a while.
Keeping his eyes on the stage Scrooge eyed up her rear.
“I can understand now why you only work one night of the year!”
(image sourced via Google – all credits to the owner)
Autumn colours swathe the world
Uncertain times still upon us
Time for resilience
Unknowns…so many unknowns lie ahead
More than I care to contemplate
Now to watch and wait to see what Autumn brings