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.

24th March 2015

Ishie

Independent
Self sufficient
Highland pony
Inclined towards anything
Edible

23rd March 2015

Senses
-always a man of few words
I'm glad of that now
as you stutter and stumble
trying hard to explain
as I bend my head to hear you
and comprehend your shame.

Stooped in your armchair
old, frail and blind
the past left behind
a life almost finished
except in my memory
where nothing's diminished.

22nd March 2015

Black crow on the branch
Swaying in time to the wind
ruffling its feathers.

21st March 2015

Instead of tidying the house - that can wait,
go out into the winter gloom
long dark days swallowing the light.
How bare the branches of the storm blown trees
making cages for the stars.

20th March 2015

Warm March afternoon.
To celebrate spring's coming
the birds are singing.

19th March 2015

Frosted mountain tops
thaw out into waterfalls
the earth springs to life.

18th March 2015

I miss you when I'm with you

Rock pools hide their secret depths, star anemones
renewed, refreshed by constant change, heated by light
diluted by rain. Miniature ocean washed over by wave.
Tide turns sea blanket lifts as small creatures take flight.

Scend of sea surging seaweed strewn over sand,
salty tang pervading senses sea and shore collide.
Heading back, the endless roar and rush of waves
shadow my footsteps, long since vanished in the roll of tide.

17th March 2015

An early pansy
peeping shyly from the verge,
smiling up at me.

16th March 2015

Two hares on their back
legs having a boxing match.
Who won that round?

15th March 2015

Frosty March morning,
picking late snowdrops for an
early Mother's Day.

14th March 2015

City of London.
Everyone in a hurry
a long way from home

13th March 2015

How bare the branches
on the storm blown trees making
cages for the stars

12th March 2015

A gaggle of geese
flying in kite formation,
spring is on the way.

11th March 2015

Unable to care for himself
too frail to be left alone,
days spent in a sleepy haze
dozing quietly at home.

How hard it is to grow old
when the body starts its decline
but the mind is still as sharp
and is telling him it is time.

10th March 2015

Washing on the line.
Flapping in the gentle breeze
welcoming the spring.

9th March 2015

Purple
prickly upstart
unwanted at the show,
a weed.  Virtue undiscovered
just yet.

8th March 2015

Just Grass

Moles push up through it
blindly seeking light.
Roots search down through it
seeking darkness to cling to.
Worms waiting for the early bird
wind damply round its roots.
Wild flowers hide through it,
first primrose waiting shyly in the wings.
Moss lichen carpet anchors it to earth
in autumn transformed to purple haze.

7th March 2015

Slippers
Highland pony
Quirky young gelding who
needs more than I can give him let
him down.

6th March 2015

Cinquain

Gloomy
One of those days
curled up in misery.
No light shines at the end of this
tunnel.

5th March 2015

Jester
Eager to please with a
Surprising sense of humour
Talented at carriage driving
Endeared himself to all, a
Remarkable horse who'll be sadly missed.

4th March 2015

pickup
drunken fumblings,
quickie in the churchyard
watched by tombstones gravely keeping
secrets

3rd March 2015

around closing time
watching the hack of smokers
pour out of the pub

2nd March 2015

can't get off to sleep
ideas buzzing round my brain
disturbing the peace