Noise, traffic, pollution

Name your top three pet peeves.

They go together

Revved engines

Traffic fumes

The smell of petrol and diesel.

More than pet peeves

Dangerous to the planet

But when a motorbike

Or a car,

Revs it’s engine at the bottom of our hill

Then speeds up

Exhaust banging

Then I’m really peeved!

Where are you?

I saw you in a dream

Echoing through my head

High on a hill,

Climbing a crag

Cycling on narrow roads

Blossom twined in your hair

Life in the 70’s

All love and peace

Working at Machynlleth

You saw Dylan

At the isle of Wight

Your free spirit

Was my joy untold

When I met you, so bold

Never enough time to be

In that world with you

Dragged into work

Instead of adventure

With you.

Leaf

Leaf leaves tree

How long will it be

Before naked branches

Are clothed again?

First frost, then rain

Maybe snow will come again.

Icicles hang on gutters

Defrost as cold rain sputters

Then one day a bud bursts open.

Spring comes slowly,

Time is sullen.

In these months leaves are rotten

And autumn colours are forgotten.

Farewell friend

The end….

Telling the weather by cat

Wet cat

Some cats avoid rain, take shelter

One of mine must have otter DNA

Who needs a barometer when you have him.

Wet fur = rain

Cold fur = frost

Cold white fur = snow

Warm fur = sunny

Dusty fur = Saharan sand!

Yes he’s a weather forecaster

Though he doesn’t know it,

He’s just come in

Damp.

Pattern

Life’s a pattern

Like branches and twigs

Trailing through life

First growing bigger

Like the main trunk and boughs

Then petering to smaller stems.

Life follows this pattern, growing

Then diminishing.

Patterns give me hope

I see connections

An intuition of order

Despite a possible chaos.

Patterns in music

Crystals too,

All sorts of things

Some of them new.

I don’t bother with plain

It’s such a pain

Give me gaudy and complex

And intricate not tame!

What will happen tomorrow?

The world turns,

Cities fight for freedom,

One land or another is overwhelmed.

War, pestilence, natural disasters.

We seem to have all four horsemen

Riding around, a melee of fears?

The question is

What can we do?

Politics and Peace?

Politicians and War?

Who decides,

We do!

Imagine a world of peace

As Lennon sang

Idealistic but needed.