The remorseless rain
beats against the wall
the wind rippling the puddles
of water on the path.

At the window
I ask 'Is it an omen?
Were the seer's words
as senseless as they seemed?'

It's become a trend
to climb the hills
or, to add spice
to run them, twice!

It's only fair
to indicate
fell-runners are spare
and carry no weight

Think of Joss Naylor
at eighty plus
still running past
the rest of us

Climb any mountain
Enjoy the space
the fair views
in every direction

Wait a while
savour the pleasure
You've started a trend
Everyone wants to do it

My new bed
goes up and down
electrically
How quirky

I sat in the shelter
as the sunset flared

In my steel thermos
is hot freeze-dried coffee
instant, not ground
but
a sure reviver

"Removal of shingle
is prohibited"
Reluctantly
I replaced my pebble

I heard a tale
of a broken heart
a soul in a desert
of uncovered sorrow
of griefs
and sad memories
which set him apart

What's different
you ask me
from thousands of others
looking at
oval-framed
pictures
of loss?