31st March 2015

Last daily poem
run out of inspiration
fun while it lasted.

30th March 2015

Spiteful gusts of wind
demolishing trees that have
stood for centuries.

29th March 2015

The clocks spring forward
by an hour, lighter at night
just an illusion.

28th March 2015

Kind
Inspirational
Reliable
Sixty
Truthful
Youthful

Warm
Intrepid
Laughing
Sympathetic
Original
Noble

27th March 2015

Cinquain


Forget

names and faces.

Days spent in a grey fog.

The person you are now hidden

from view.

26th March 2015

Seagulls wheeling round
a small red tractor ploughing
up the rich brown earth.

25th March 2015

Platform 9 Clapham Junction

It's here they leave me waiting. No hardship in this place
I always feel at home here though no familiar face
to greet me in this steamy room where travellers come and go
look up to see a TV screen a children's puppet show.

 One end dingy  benches where a couple kiss farewell
though chairs by the refreshment bar more suited to hotel.
At the counter young girl asks 'what would you like with tea'?
'A breakfast muffin' the reply, I  have been up since 3.00.

'Have this seat' the young man says with a friendly smile
Football fan puts the sports papers in a pile.
Look through smeary windows safe from the icy rain
All too soon time to go here comes the Weymouth train.