Not too much on offer
Empty as the word coffer

Do not send me Easter cards
Christmas is enough thanks

Is it cheating
To give ten worders
Very long titles ?

Look for perfection
Mother nature will show you
There in a nutshell

Another masterpiece born
Want to hear it?
Blank face, yawns

Canvas ***** in summer wind
violin bow rise and fall
lanterns hang and gently swing
squeeze box play and caller call

A minute snatched with everyone
cars strung out along the lane
all our chums are having fun
we avoid the summer rain

I read a poem thanking you
for being such a wicked wife
unexpectedly you sing a song
a song I will remember
all my life

Clover glows on midnight lawn
night sounds comfort all around
in the misty refreshing gloaming
dance with me
sing with me
let me swing you round and round

Quietly we close the gate
soon will come the tipping point
to very early from very late
gone or sleeping every guest
lordly drunk we seek our rest

We miss you cuckoo, miss your song
At this time of year
Once, we heard you all day long
Now gone, for good I fear

But we have a substitute
Harbinger of spring
The humble little chiff-chaff
Proclaiming loud and clear

Truth to tell he always did
But now the cuckoo's gone
The little brown job got promoted
We're holding him more dear

Keep singing tiny chiff-chaff
Come back again next year
Escape the winter's chill in Africa
Come springtime, re-appear

Calm on the surface
Do not show signs of panic
Launder pants later

Before the crystal screen sometimes
I linger far too long
Maybe find a seed to sow
Or reminder of a song

Something prompts a laugh out loud
The mood is lifted high
Next may come a downer
That's ok
There is serenity in melancholy
Brings balance to the day

The rounds are taking far too long
An hour later I'm still there
Dusty's waiting for his walk
As the wood stove breathes in air