you were retired when we met
riding your bike maybe daily

now you have honest work
and i hope you catch up today

heddiw

so we were indoors sunday
the mill was closed in the storm
as were most places here

no one about to visit
to buy stuff

the garden is at all angles
stuff blowed about
blowed down with a
small hope to repair
today even with the
wind still blowing

i was ok here, the floods
were down the meadows
down along the estuary

others fared worse
roads closed and all
that worry

i hope you catch up today
that you are declared fit

today’s outing cancelled
no public transport due
to debris

so here all is noisy with wind

water in the cellar





all warnings are to stay put

while

public transport is cancelled



best to be careful they say

best to be sensible, so though

up early for work have made

a decision



and watch the curtains move



i feel that i am not good at

sensible, at being an adult



yet this time is ok

at this age a luxury



to try to be safe

dull

and boring



while worrying about the flowers

getting beaten down



legs still in bed

we have a storm coming

mainly wind and rain





some of the trains are

cancelled disrupting plans

causing stress & worry

for those travelling including

me



yes, i have snowdrops of differing varieties

the plural of crocus, those early tiny daffs

known by another name and celandines





there is blossom out on the tree that scottish

power gave me to replace the one they cut down

in error



it looks japanese and is a lovely shape of angles



your weather sounds severe so stay as safe

as you can





a pleasant day planned

at home

i have an empathy with the poetry thing

whilst riding a bike, as i cannot as i do not

have one

i think along similar lines in other situations

that may bring forth, then i get muddled into

the situations and nothing appears until years

later

that is may be why when visiting somewhere

amazing i do not take photographs and just

have the pleasure of looking and tasting

i planted honesty in the garden yesterday

amongst the edges and bracken

behind me in the sun the border all a riot

of little flowers

and i felt fortunate

i took no photographs

heres hoping you rode your bike out through your area

to relieve the fever that may come with cold with too much

strong coffee

i remain tied to small things and tiredness still which is fine

when no one comments

then i thinks i have done things wrong again and fret

meanwhile apologise profusely while thinking of a future

plan for the space

are you surprised that the work has come egyptian

that i like his figure

do you have quiche over there?

we have a day at home

the handyman comes

which is handy

i have a new battery

so things come more

comfortable

without

the  timely pressure

as before

i went to see

tutankhamun’s

things

well some of them

then to oxford to

see some more

yesterday went

writing

today i work

and meanwhile

a yearning for a quiet day

while i expect on said quiet

day

will work

because she loved it, she kept it

because she liked little things

because it came ***** she washed it and

because it was broke she glued it, displayed it



until she passed and they came to clear it, liked it

until they saw the joins and threw it away, yet remember it

until another thought took over and it was forgotten

until some one new found it