fifty two

Winding down, I ask
How do I live a poem?
Listen, reflect, love

fifty one

Winter's coldest spell
Hell may have frozen over
Sun breaks through fog breath

fifty

Exhilaration
Downhill in five syllables
we swoop, turn as one

forty nine

Hurried heart races

then calms, sky opens up wide

I fly home to you

forty eight

I slipped from my mum
like a little wet rabbit
Forty-one years gone

forty seven

A blank Thursday screen
filled with a week's empty thoughts
Outside, grey matte sky

forty six

Who works alongside
makes every difference
My day in, day out