One…two…five…seven…
nine goldfinches together
in our silver birch.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Extraordinary comfort
.
Saturday haircut
in the Arches Barbershop;
‘me time’ tradition.
.
by Scooj
Birthday
The older I get
the less certain I become
about anything;
a condition my young self
would struggle to understand.
by Scooj
Renewal
Deep winter decay
from which all life emerges;
faintest hint of spring.
by Scooj
Easy to forget
Exquisite beauty
I see it all around me;
a wonderful world.
by Scooj
Dog day
Let sleeping dogs lie
no cat nap for the canine;
totally crashed out.
by Scooj
School rules
Hands out of pockets
walk no more than two abreast;
it wouldn’t wash now.
by Scooj
Composed while walking to work on a very chilly morning and feeling uncomfortable putting my hands in my pockets, because of the school rules imposed/imprinted on me at a young age.
Spending pennies
.
Under clean blue skies
the puppy and I share time
scouting the garden.
.
by Scooj
Breakfast for one please
.
A delicious treat
time and space to contemplate;
a table for one.
.
by Scooj
Football fan
It’s the hope that kills
and so it is every match;
sheer purgatory.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 