Too much on my mind;
I begin to forget words
and say ‘thing’…a lot.
by Scooj
Too much on my mind;
I begin to forget words
and say ‘thing’…a lot.
by Scooj
Fearing my approach
gulls sidle away from me
before taking flight.
by Scooj
A left hand sun dog
hanging in the freezing sky
Winter’s on the way.
by Scooj
Roaring winds recede
and stillness descends. Fallen
apples, food for worms.
by Scooj
When you don’t have much
it seems any chair will do;
I have many chairs.
by Scooj
Night terrors replay
in my mind; so vivid and
frightening and strange.
by Scooj
Even now, as raw
winds battle southwards, Summer’s
last traces rejoice.
by Scooj
My Summer jacket
has yielded and been replaced
by my Winter coat.
by Scooj
How is it that when
your mind is cluttered and full
it feels so empty?
by Scooj
A few simple words,
a random act of kindness
and the world makes sense.
by Scooj