Spring’s prelude so green,
a sight for sore eyes after
the long wet grey days.
by Scooj
Spring’s prelude so green,
a sight for sore eyes after
the long wet grey days.
by Scooj
We three, thick as thieves
forty years ago, at last
are reconnected.
by Scooj
Butterfly dreams in
Winter, I wonder how to
gaze once more in awe.
by Scooj
A weary train home
after an early start; I’m
utterly knackered.
By Scooj
Give me the smallest
space and there I will try to
grow, untroubling.
by Scooj
Explosive moment
that human time spans cannot
see; like melting glass.
by Scooj
Do you ever look,
I mean…really look, at the
beauty in the world?
by Scooj
Exchanging glances,
glassy eyes smile in the dark;
a friendly “hello”.
by Scooj
Long since forgotten,
neglected and unloved; your
ship will not come in.
by Scooj
The unforgiving
cruelty of Winter breaks
hearts with false promise.
by Scooj