Two handfuls of sky
Seeking frantically
Near the hills and sea
This is me

When the sun is off
Harsh sounds reign in cough
Sick horses at the trough
I sit with keyboard and a cup of tea

Look out of my window
Looking for a radiant yellow
In sweet air they grow
I am on my toes
Of them I choose two or three
From darkness some others join merrily
Stanzas emerge awesomely  

I get them on the tablet screen
Scarlet indigo and green
Sentences in sheen

The judge coming out
When says, fine, now let it sprout
They are good no doubt

I set them free
Wait for the touch of a sea
Two handfuls of sky seeking in glee

This is me