Outside my window,
planted is a fiery red-
branched tree,
I watch on, it stands bold
and oh so elegantly.
I try to imagine if it were a woman
What would her appearance be —

Would she be in one of Dali’s paintings
‘Woman Aflame’?
Would she be ‘Demelza’ in Poldark’s series?
Or would she be a spirit woman
ablaze for all the world to see,
Your creation and Your infinite beauty?

I slid down a hill of leaves,
It looked strong and stable; first fable!
But alas, I didn't realise there had been rain the night before—I'd been off on another escapade, unaware.

I then was late to my walking track,
So I ran to meet my pack
But rolled my ankle
In a flurry of activity, snap!

From limping round
Then, jumping on my bike
In order to get to work on time,
It was off the chain that this rhyme came, bespoke.

Life is never the same
When you reflect,
And try to explain
Cause and effect.