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 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

forty five

Lunchtime yoga class
My back bends but doesn't break
deeply stretched and new

forty four

A resolution
formed post new year, four days in
tired, caffeine free

forty two

Holiday cookies
Mulled wine, dirty martini
Season of excess

forty one

Forecast interest wanes
December darkness descends
and it's always cold

forty

You too, are this age
Together we celebrate
grey hairs, hard work, home

thirty eight

First winter bike ride
wear wooly hat as helmet
Brave until aware

thirty seven

Today my third born
three years, or just yesterday
It goes by so fast

thirty five

Nine years and counting,
mother as name, title, bond
Happy Birthday, son

thirty four

Climbing endless hills
Lungs burn, legs ache, soul flies out
back in at the top

thirty two

Another birthday
One by one we mark the turn,
celebrate forty

twenty eight

First day of grade one
Shy smile, hand held and released
into the big world

twenty six

My bike and I crash
Soft tissue, harder concrete
head spins, thank goodness

twenty one

Five of us, two rooms
Bigger than expected gulf
when two move upstairs

twenty

Sick as a lame dog
Haiku don't come easily,
my focus inward