On days like this one
mortals are elevated
to the height of Gods.
by Scooj
On days like this one
mortals are elevated
to the height of Gods.
by Scooj
Summer’s last hurrah
new leaves unfurl, unprepared
for September’s chill.
by Scooj
It’s the deceit that
really galls; so arrogant
you forgot what counts.
by a very angry Scooj
It must be Autumn,
there’s no need to step outside,
Google told me so.
by Scooj
Searching for sunlight
running roots crack through asphalt;
irrepressible.
by Scooj
A scrawled note to loved
ones before the whistle blows
then over the top.
by Scooj
Father and daughter
on a cool September day
cycling together.
by Scooj
To be trapped is to
be filled with a fear so great
that all fight subsides.
by Scooj
It was not a bad
dream; our night time visitor
dropped ‘Bun’ in the loo.
by Scooj
A school-bound child screams
‘take me home mummy please’; it
is too much to bear.
by Scooj