The cycle of water is parallel to time. Your life, your death,
your rebirth

The time it takes for the tiny
Seep to slowly become a mountain spring

A spring to become a babbling brook
A brook to create a flowing stream

A stream speedily racing into a river
A river raging into the sea

A sea engulfed by the world’s oceans of time

Currents pushing you to places you’ve never seen
Waiting for evaporation to draw you up into the clouds

Gathering high above hills and mountains
Falling as rain seeping deep under ground
Waiting

Life is the mountain spring encouraging you forward to begin
your journey

Death is the oceans waiting for the clouds to gather you up and restart your journey again

The garden is yawning
The slabs need a clean
The weeds are still sleeping
Just waiting to be seen

The shed is still standing
Held together by a strand
The plant pots are tight together
Early daffs rising hand in hand

The fish are just waiting
In the still ripple less lake
The frogs with one eye open
Not quite fully awake

The people are smiling
As the sun shows its face
Spring is around the corner
As the garden gathers pace

Is there someone
you know,
Your loving them
so,
But taking them all
for granted?
You may lose them
one day
Someone takes them
away,
And they don't hear
the words
you long to say

In the parks cold outdoor winter cafe
Huddled to my cardboard cup
Of hot Americano coffee
I sit and just watch

The dogs bark
The people walk
The joggers jog, grim faced
And a man skis, on wheels

The wind blows through the trees
Void of leaves
With the views of castle and city
Grey and sleeping

A squirrel
Sifts through the blanket of leaves
Watched by the lone Magpie
I salute him

I take another sip

The hours slip away from a year to forget
Opportunities missed, said things I regret  
Pondered decisions lost in the mist
Wonderful people relationships missed

A new year beckons trepidation within
I’ll fight for my right, I’ll fight to win
If we meet again ask that question anew
I’ll ponder no more; I’ll just say I do

Did you know if you fall asleep
in the quiet of the  wood
A fairy will look over you
but only if you’ve been good

She’ll cover you in fairy dust
and make you disappear
She can sense vibration in the ground
those naughty elves are here

They can smell your sent and feel your breath
they know you are quite near
Be quiet now lay silent
there is nothing here to fear

The elves are gone but they’ll be back
run run run please don't wait
I’ll watch over you till the edge of the wood
and to your garden gate

The whippet stoops low with snow on its snout
He sniffs the air, is Christmas about?

Red robin sits perched singing rousing Christmas carols
Of reindeer's, snowmen and mulled wine in oak barrels

A squirrel stands alert guarding a great Christmas sack
Full of presents for Christmas that he had to pack

And the cat can be found baking a rich Christmas cake
Waiting for Christmas to arrive, when the children awake

Then they all settle down in their warm Christmas house
And sleep until spring like a tired dormouse