Hanging

 

Too much on my mind;

I begin to forget words

and say ‘thing’…a lot.

 

by Scooj

Black Headed Gulls

 

Fearing my approach

gulls sidle away from me

before taking flight.

 

by Scooj

Parhelion

 

A left hand sun dog

hanging in the freezing sky

Winter’s on the way.

 

by Scooj

Windfall

 

Roaring winds recede

and stillness descends. Fallen

apples, food for worms.

 

by Scooj

Fortunate

 

When you don’t have much

it seems any chair will do;

I have many chairs.

 

by Scooj

(Un)real

 

Night terrors replay

in my mind; so vivid and

frightening and strange.

 

by Scooj

Foothold

 

Even now, as raw

winds battle southwards, Summer’s

last traces rejoice.

 

by Scooj

I am Arctic hare

 

My Summer jacket

has yielded and been replaced

by my Winter coat.

 

by Scooj

Blank

 

How is it that when

your mind is cluttered and full

it feels so empty?

 

by Scooj

You look nice

 

A few simple words,

a random act of kindness

and the world makes sense.

 

by Scooj