Mist-ed Coffee Morning (poem)

a memory trapped in a coffee shop

its mist-ed rained window panes

sheltering us from the air

letting us hide

for a moment longer

in the steam cloud of secrets

pretending it wasn’t about to end

Ignore Real Autumn (a poem)

Tracing across your brow,

wipe the sleep from your eyes,

our own little cocoon of joy;

let’s be still for one more day.

Let’s stay here, in the sunlight

and ignore the crunch outside,

it’s not autumn leaves like you promised.

It’s the sound of Mondays, or rainy days

and bills way past due.

Let’s one-stop-shop our groceries online

and have pizza delivered to the duvet.

Forget about the cold outdoors with me.

Let’s forget about the missing stars.

Let’s cuddle up, just us. No fuss.

Let’s stay away, sleeping, for one more day.

Autumn Makes Us Forget (poem)

Crisp, golden autumn-caked pathways

littered with the footsteps of the perpetually cold.

Wet splash of a pink wellies in a dip of concrete

the decaying suburban rock providing a fun pool of rain.

The wish of long summer days, now dark by 4 o’clock

remembering heat as if it were a foreign concept.

The roaring sound of increased traffic

in a too-bad storm that people refuse to walk in.

Frozen to the bone, consistently,

never remembering where you put your jumper.

An array of umbrellas at extortionate prices,

another way for the industry to swallow you whole.

April Is On It’s Way – Poem

April is on its way tomorrow.

She brings light and longer days.

She brings daffodils and the sweet smell of rain.

She brings the fools,  and the cats lazing in grass.

She brings thoughts of the future, not the past.

April is here tomorrow,  thirty wonderful days of spring.

April ends in a month, and allows Summer to begin.