Morning fog
Morning slog
Car light bright
Door lock tight

Fog clears
Bike steers
Sun out
More about

Dusk came
Night fame
End of slog
Prepare for fog

Taste the Summer
Taste the salt 'n sea
Taste the skin of you 'n me

Taste the Autumn
Smell the soil
Prepare for cold, take that toil

Taste the Winter
Prepare to embrace
Let go of fear for what we face

Brushing is like dreaming
The paint presents the resistance to my thoughts
Then it flows to allow the next thoughts in

Another corner, another edge
Another spill, another thrill

More thoughts go by
Another coat and I'll be done

Rounding the corner
Walking from the house  
I'm thinking of my work day
Thinking what to say

Back through the woods
Smiling at the horse
Up through the copse
Strutting through the coarse

Down the busy road
Cars start to toot
Home beckons soon
Ending my fake commute

Make the call
Sieze the point
Make the call
Ease the joint

Make the call
Take the stand
Make the call
Take my hand

Make the call
Change the rhetoric
Make the call
Move to betterment

Stoic voice calling me
Calling me in pain
Calling me when vain

Reticent voice rolling in
Rolling in under stress
Rolling in under duress

Cocky voice storming in
Storming in today
Storming into the affray

I want an 'almost' garden
That's amongst done
Turned over soil
Staring into the sun

Unfinished fences
Half weeded walls
Root filled corners
Plants too tall

Half finished benches
Flowers still in pots
Overgrown grass
Trees covered in moss

Almost gardens take your stand
Stay unfinished from human hand
Let your presence be unhinged
Free us from our neatness binge