rain rain rain

a boy in a gabardine mac 

goes trainspotting 

 all the lights went out

when the river bridge collapsed 

a flood of regrets

 plunder the years 

for tomorrow is cancelled

the leaves are falling 

 autumn 

the red towel

is rather lovely

 many brushes

different colours

same pot

 the red leaves 

are they happy or sad

or is it me

 it is still snowing 

reading all my books 

i find it settling

 who has not walked the cemetery and wondered why

 language 

is like a clown juggling 

laughter

 as the days shorten

light in the woods is streaming

and so flows my days

 the drone executes

such a turn of events

i’m sore afraid 

 it’s in my diary

it’s too late to change now

it’s …

 there are cobwebs

on the cockleshells 

collected from the beach

 she was so pretty …

her father owned the pie shop

… but a bit crusty 

 a bird in the tree

not unusual you say

but it soon will be 

 the soldier retired

then he got old and died

the war continued

 how long is a nap on a rainy afternoon 

 peering 

through the rain window

on a bleary day

 a one word poem …..

so?

 on the esplanade 

all of the summer flowers

are going over

 mid october 

on every bench a leaf

sleeping rough

the news reporter

has been on annual leave

that’s his story

 the was something pale

about the pale green car

in the pale snowfall 

 there was something

about the green car

in the snowfall

 there’s a hurricane

far away across the sea

afternoon nap

 there’s a fly

on the cut glass

two  

 autumn’s cigar leaves 

smoking behind the hedge

warm coat and scarf

 from a leaf

hanging by a thread

another leaf

 that radiator 

it will still be there

when i’m dead 

 october night

i’m going to cook something 

from the leftovers 

 unusually

on lime kiln lane a hearse

one way street

 autumn leaves

everyone is a poet 

these days