Giant golden leaf
Dwarfing any that may be
Drawn to its presence
Feeling so gorgeous
Waking up to a crisp, bright morning
The phone call happens
Yes, sir!
Collect me in your speeding car
We can fly through the day
Have ourselves a blast
Until the night arrives
And if you’re good to me
I might be good to you too
Scars etched across the
Trunk of a tree, leaving their
Mark for all to see
At times when I am in a rush
I find myself in a bakery
Just around the corner
From where my home would be
I grab a coffee to help me out
And if luck be on my side
Behind glass counter gloriously
There’s a pie to feed the family
Well, I am ashamed I must admit
For any pie – when I was but a child –
Would have been prepared so lovingly
By grandma who rolled the dough with care
The scent of pie
Would fill the air
We would wait quite anxiously
For mere taste of pie smelling savory
Times have changed
And time’s decreased
So to take me back
To my inner youth
There is nothing like
A pie from the bakery
With mashed potato on the top
Baked in oven until golden brown
So nowadays
When I am short of time
The scent of pie from the bakery
Fills my kitchen, and comforts me!
*image to follow
when next I am in
the bakery*
Shepherds Pie
Two souls connect
On this journey of life
Different energies
Complimenting each other
At times one will listen
Other times another will speak
Being together
Being alone
Sharing
Loving
Talking
Listening
Laughing
Friends and family too, both precious gifts
That can neither be bought
Nor forced
I love each soul that would count
As being a friend of mine
Cherish the uniqueness of being
Most are unlike me
Which is not hard to be
I would give thanks
More than analyse
Every blessed friend to me
Across the water –
Opera House tells the tale
Of where I might be!
Connecting one pole
To the next, separating
People from the park
Last night, or rather
This morning I went to bed
At two am and
Woke up now at six
Leaving me too tired to
Post a morning post
With a photograph
Or image that you may find
Quite Interesting
So this is all I
Can do, and that would be to
Count some syllables
Because you know me
I very much love to count
In five – seven – fives
Exercising in
The great outdoors connects my
Body, mind and soul
I spy. A random
Shopping trolley abandoned
Nearby to nowhere
Poems and Petals 