The crows called in the distance. Waaing their way across the grey green sky. Wha whaaaa. We were snuggled in the old canvas tent sleeping bags pulled tight around our necks, beanies on to ward off the winter chills rising out of the ground and whisping around the trees. The silence settled in as birds also snuggled down for the evening. Albeit without their sleeping bags. The moon wandered its way across the sky. The green foretold of hail. ‘Bloody hell, will this old

My Spring was warm, hot, sunny Friends, funny My summer was hot, fun, Laughter, sun. Its autumn. Hot, cold, warm, cool. Colours vibrant from the grey skies, Why is that? He leaves Sadness but promise In my autumn, who will I be? Me, just me, But what will my winter be?

I sat in my office and stared at it. It stared back. I was always nervous of that look. I knew that look. I had a lot of documents that needed filing. But I was weary. The grey colour didn’t look ominous, but it was. It was deceiving. But the thing was cunning. It could feel my fear and it used it to intimidate me. I don’t know why it was so bloody picky, so miserable, so never wanting any bloody files put in it…it was a bloody filing cabinet for God’s sake! I acted nonchal

Down the hill to the back of beyond or is it the front of beyond? Who knows? There were dark clouds gathering. They always did on a hot summer afternoon. They gathered, called in all their friends… little clouds, big clouds, high ones and low ones, until they filled the sky at the back, or front, of beyond. The air was still and the birds were eerily silent. The clouds were working on the colour. Greyer, and greyer, darker, blacker, and then the inevitable green shade. The

Emotions like jewels Hidden around the house Nobody can find them I’m safe Nobody can get to them I’m safe Nobody must ever see them A bag of jewels My precious things Like diamonds, rubies, emeralds, gold Joy, surprise, trust, anticipation, Someone has found them They’re crushing them Sadness, anger, fear, disgust I must move them again They must be safe I must be safe Every minute of the day I must keep them safe Every day of my life Nobody must find them I’m always running

The day dawned… thankfully. I am always so grateful for that. Not sure what I’ll do if it doesn’t. Anyway that’s a problem for another day. The year was new, apparently. But the birds didn’t notice it. They screeched their way to the tree at by bedroom window at 5 a.m. as per usual. Come to think off if I haven’t met an animal that does consider a New Year. They just get on with it. So should we. Why do we feel the need to make it an event? It’s not a Moon/Sun phase, it’s

She walked into the room, and I instantly disliked her. There's nothing wrong with judging a book by its cover… sometimes. She was my son’s new girlfriend. He is 32 and she looked somewhat older than I think her real age was. She had quite a haggard look in my mind, but maybe that's what I wanted her to look like. She was medium height, medium build, with medium coloured hair and a medium looking face. So, in other words she was nothing special. I stared at her from behind