Every so often The earth fancies a covering A blanket of sorts One that carpets the ground Drapes the trees Buries dead leaves Forming make-shift throws Over park benches On such days There's no birdsong But the whisper Of winter's... Continue Reading →
Sitting in my chair Sighing with despair Can you fix me? Can you do a repair? Just two teeth he has Masticating A thing of the past Gleaming dentures I deliver So life moves on Come what may He gets... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 