we let go
we surrender
we make no sound
just a gentle whisper
as we fall down to the ground

winter's coming
our job is done
another passing summer glory
now our work is in the under storey

we keep our date
with bugs and microbes
and all the little litter critters
feed them in their life of toil
helping to enrich our deep dark nubile soil

when the weather warms
season's storms have passed
our winter's work will bear good fruit
as leaves come out again at last

Hello martin, how's the back?
Lie down here, left side, crack!

Relax the shoulders now, don't hunch
On your tummy then, and ... crunch

Breathe out, breathe in, and let it go
Click clack twang, you should feel better so

Turn around, just one more tweek
To keep you going, not perfection's what we seek

Full movement in your neck you lack
I see the problem, one more snap

My eyes they water through my smile
That's me sorted for a while

Don't ask me why did Jesus die
For this I don't feel qualified
Ask me why the moon is bright
Or why the stars come out at night
If you ask what happens when we die
And I say I know it would be a lie
Ask about the birds and trees
I'm happier with such as these

They back you up, your mum and dad
They're always there it's true
When you mess up you'll  be glad
The safety net is out for you

And they were backed up in their turn
By parents further down the line
Who once were really just the same
But of a different time

The caring hands are laid on us
A waterfall of willing help
So be there for them, do your best
If you have kids yourself

She lived her life like a true christian
I never once heard her complain
Even when squeezed in the vice-like grip
Of a tumour on the brain

She described a fog descending
The signs were subtle at first
We all must do our best she said
Just before she lost  her words

She passed on Sunday morning
Snow drifts lay outside
Ever the one to consider others
Her family by her side

Hello poetry friends, great lexicon
Facebook friends, need English lesson

Who will mend this broken chair
This useless chair just standing there
Waiting for a drop of glue
Who will mend it, if not you

Then take a look at this broken heart
Can you fathom where to start
Who can make it beat anew
Who can mend it, if not you?