
Spring is coming
Blossom blooms
White payals fall
As the breeze blows
But too cold for bees
Will there be fruit?
Sadness if it fails.
Spring so far
Has been dry.
New paintings and regular art updates.

Spring is coming
Blossom blooms
White payals fall
As the breeze blows
But too cold for bees
Will there be fruit?
Sadness if it fails.
Spring so far
Has been dry.

Writing is hard sometimes
Thinking of things to say
When I’m exhausted
Thoughts stray
Are unkempt like my hair
Struggling to make sense
Of my course through life.
I’m writing in a book too
Fighting with prompts
Trying to decide
What to say and do.

I’ve joined a small writing group in my home town and we are being given prompts to write about. I’ll write up another one later but here’s a poem I did on the spur of the moment when I misheard the prompt Loss as Gloss:
Gloss over your loss
Hide it behind your mind
Don’t let it take hold
Your thoughts must not fold
Into a melancholy way
So be quiet and say
My life will be OK?
If I can find my way.

Pressure dropping
Rain from the west
Due to fall
Maybe just April showers
We need it
We have fires burning
In the countryside
Dry March and April
And high pressure
Blue skies are lovely
Sunshine is great
But sometimes the rain
Must fall.

A sunny afternoon.
And the seats were out
Waiting for the sun
To come round
But they were empty
No more fun
No one to drink it in.
The bar is closed
Convivial loss
No one to stand and drink
The place is shut
So don’t walk in
To sit and sip
A cool one.

He’s getting on a bit
About 14
But he’s still cute
My mousy boy
Black and white
Tuxedo smart
Still chases
His sister
Quick and fast
Loves to lie
In the middle of the mat
In my way
A true trip hazard
Step over or past
He’ll squiggle
And dash!

You birthday was today
But there is no voice
No laughter
No sudden shout
Of annoyance or glee.
You were here, then gone
Lost in space
Not forgotten by me
But gone from the world
We always held hands
Grasping our dreams
Let’s go out
Take a trip?
Now I stay still
Remembering but not visiting
Still waiting
For your non return.

All seeing,
Eyes wide
Light receiving
Shape taking
Interpret space
Watching orbit
Time grabbing
Glinting highlights
Blink shut
Shutter speed
Star seeing
Billions reflected
Light sight…

My Anemometer is spinning round
Twirling and twisting…
Maybe March winds have arrived?
The old saying goes
March is either in like a Lion and out Like a Lamb
Or vice versa…..
Today was gusty as a growling lion
Soon it’s paws might carry it
Across the land
Howling and Roaring.
Then gentle showers of April
Will come again…
Hello Spring.

Purrfect cat
What you see?
Is it your sister?
I do wonder…
You look up and stare
What is it?
What’s there?
Question is, can I see
What you see?
No….
Extra sensory cat
You beauty.