An  inanimate  object.

I'm  a  lovely  tree  in  summer.
Pure  emerald  green  leaves,
sweeping  down  towards  earth.

I'm  in  a  quiet  corner  of  the  park.
Away  from  the  maddening  crowd.

Spring  is  nice  when  flowers
grow  below  my  trunk.

Winter  is  cold  and  dank.
With  snow  and  rain  streaming  down.

In  winter  they  call  me  skeletal.
With  my  curled  and  twisted  branches.

At  least  I'm  sheltered  here.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

While I was asleep last night
Someone's painted the whole world white
They've turned the raindrops into ice
Like pretty jewels they look so nice

Pretty patterns on my windowpane
Perhaps the fairies have been again
Icy flowers and ferns are there
Fairy foliage everywhere

The dormant garden sprang to life
A pretty picture overnight
See the trees and bushes all
Decked as for a fairy ball

Daddy says it isn't so
Fairies disappeared years ago
If they were ever here at all
It's just the harsh winter weather, that's all

Mummy says “They may have been”
But I shouldn't delve into things unseen
I'll be watching out for them all right
They may return in dead of night

Keith Wilson

we drift further away
our once unending love is
coming to a close

the sadness of it all is overwhelming
I miss being able to laugh together
and now we can't even agree
on raising our beautiful daughter

sometimes I wonder how we got here?
But that question will lead me
to the gates of insanity?

all I can do is take little steps forward,
and keep showing up to life.
I cherish each moment with my daughter.

you react to me as if I leave a strong
unpleasant aftertaste.
I try not to react and practice love and tolerance.

at the end of the day love guides me
through this strange journey of
grief and loss.

we are no longer two made one through vows.
I am sad, but I am grateful I can welcome
little moments of joy, sadness, tears and laughter.

I embrace it all.

I get up even when I don't want to
God thank you for my life
and the courage to keep putting
one foot in front of the other

my heart crumbles
as I walk away
with you crying in your mother's arms
with tears streaming down your face
reaching out to me

I mourn the death of my heart
*broken and lost

I feel like the Tin Man
wanting a new heart