Sunrise at 07:10
beautiful.
if I could go back to sleep
I'd wake up and watch it again.

No owl yet.

The bees are at it already
working steadfastly
they have no idea
that I'm having honey on my toast
and a cup of tea.

Yesterday evening
I watched the fire helicopters flying overhead
fires somewhere to the west
or so the builder said.

Wood still needs cutting but it's not going anywhere and so it can wait

She's at the gate
axe in hand

I suddenly wonder if the wedding band that I wear
plays music,

The day's already filling up with day
what more can I say
except
hasta luego.

She says
that She's going to take me out
and
not with a single shot to the head.

That's a relief.

It takes me some time to get myself going in the morning, things are not what they used to be,
I probably need to be taken in and given a sixty-nine year servicing.

Wild isn't it?
one day you're crawling around as a child and in the blink of a cataract eye you're wondering why you still crawl around like a child even though years have gone by.

Quiet out there
the air is heavy
daybreak is a weight waiting to drop.

Hot too
and my beach body is not even ready.

No!
it's not woe is me
I'm happy and not because I kissed Snow White although I might at some point

at the point of my gun snarls Grumpy,

ah!  
he's always miserable.

Wednesday which it would be
sees me a day older.

If you were here you'd be there by now and by there I mean Noon, but you'll get there soon enough.

Already 24 degrees and rising to 33 if you believe the forecasters, those weather masters who as we all know are never wrong,

you're playing the same old song,
She says,
but these days old songs are all that
I know.

Siesta
when you're allowed to go crazy
when She let's me be lazy
for a couple of hours.

I'll take a nap,
first though
a slab of Ice Cream
the killer vanilla one
which She makes so well.

There's still lots of wood to chop,
She says
chop-chop it'll not cut itself.

The axe feels light in my hand
that's because it's a saw
which is what I'll use for
the wood,
got it?
good.

Looking like Popeye
minus the pipe
might even have some spinach
which'll make a change from cabbage.

Breaking the new day in
is like breaking new shoes in
but I don't know why.

If you listen closely
you can hear the spiders marching on their webs that glisten in the early morning light.

The bees are already at the plate drinking in the nectar from the waking blooms.

Can't see any lizards yet but they're probably still lounging about somewhere out of sight.

Plenty of wood around and not a sound from the woodpeckers!

The owl is absent
maybe it doesn't know
that I'm here,
In time it will.

And the Robin redbreast
asleep in its nest
don't be fooled
it's an accomplished assassin,

in the grass
the crickets are wary.

These things are shared with me
courtesy of the breaking day
but I break away to brew some tea
and have an orange

Leonard tells me that it comes all the way from China or perhaps he meant the tea.

sweet for sure
the well water is pure
tastes like honey on my tongue.

She says,
you're having too much fun,
She's always right.

The evening speeds in like a ghost
on Methadrine
everything's
on something or other.

It gets darker and darker until the darkness is done and then the Sun, will, after having a bottle or two because everything's on something or other, break through to spread its joy because everyone who's anyone wants some of that.

Winter's on ice
Summer is suspiciously nice
Autumn will fall
that spring in your step
says it all.