Sipping bubbly
In a lather
Of Bubbles
With Otis
And Marvin
Serenading me
Is bliss
At its finest
Sipping bubbly
In a lather
Of Bubbles
With Otis
And Marvin
Serenading me
Is bliss
At its finest
For six years
I’ve let you in
I don’t feel judged
I’m challenged
To challenge myself
I’ve not met you
But you’ve loved
This stranger
More than I deserve
RBG
Rest well
You gave all
Of yourself
For us
And a humbled
Nation
Thanks you
With a hug
That spans
Generational legacies
Cuppa tea
A book
The dog
And sunshine
Through the window
Counting grateful pleasures
Today
As breath
Is underrated
buckle up
for battle
with your mind
it's the one
war you
haven't dared
to face
rise up
and fight
the one
thing that
holds hostage
The writer in me
Collects books
Pens and journals
Every time
I receive one
It’s Christmas morning
All over again
Aston Martin
Cruising the Cotswolds
Jamming to
Paul and Ringo
Clad in Burberry
And Stella
Craving Pimms
And a lunch
Of Bangers and Mash
Chasing chickens
With Ritz Crackers
The country life
Never fails
To make
You laugh
Chasing a bird
That can fly
Pride
Will destroy
Everything
Take no prisoners
And return
With no regard
For your
Distorted view
Of the
Human condition
I write
Even when
I don’t find
My words
Inspiring
I need
To be
Real
Not
A picture
Of
Contrived perfection
Salt
The preservation
Of a
Delicious life
That is
A result
Of fiery determination
And steely resilience
Closet full
Of clothes
Shoes
And baggage
I told myself
I dealt
It was dealing me
Pandemic unpacked
The scars
I refused
To address
Sit down
And sort
The piles
Of anger
Resentment
And doubt
The job
Needs doing
So I can
Unlock
The power
That’s in
Your pinkies
I don’t understand
Yet I must accept
That hardship happens
Pain is inevitable
And that
I am to be
The picture
Of empathy
Because
In Baptism
I gave allegiance
To You
And not
To past
Perceptions
Skipping rocks
Into cold water
The plunking sound
It makes
The joy
It bring
Makes
This lady
Giddy
With excitement
New month
New joy
To find
Happy to
Apples
And revel
In eating
Doughnuts
And plopping
Into piles
Of raked
Leaves
I long
To be one
With the birds
Fully enamored
By God’s goodness
Without doubting
When each season
Feels wrought
With questions
Good morning
Golden Girls
In the background
Start of September
I need to
Make some
Pumpkin bread
And drink
Apple cider
Just waiting
On crisp temperatures
And my
Perfect scene
Will commence