Twelfth Night

The room is bare
A hint of pine lingers in the air
The twinkle and sparkle have gone
All packed away
Till Santa comes again.

Everyday Life

Back to school

Back to work

Back to the old routine

Trying to stay true

Above the herd mentality

Farewell Old Friend

Death knocked on my back door today
An unwelcome present, so still
Just sleeping?
Tenderly turned in my hand
A russet red breast
Farewell my friend
I'll miss your cheery presence in the garden
O pussycat, pussycat, what have you done?

Surprise

Oh

An egg!

Glancing into a bowl on the windowsill

A tiny little pale blue egg

All spotted and flecked with brown

With moss stuck to it's side

Picked up in the garden last summer

And forgotten about

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning

The day stretches out before us

What to do?

Two small children dance at the foot of the bed

Calling out for activity

I sink into the warm bed's embrace
and choose not to choose
for the moment

Time

We watch time as the minutes slowly move towards Midnight.

A New Year starts and carries with it potential, hope and aspirations.

The clock doesn't notice though and time marches on regardless.

My Small Stone

My friend Fiona over at Planting Words has come up with this international project, A River of Stones, which she started with her fiance Kaspa to encourage people to engage with the world through writing a short observational piece every day during January.  

I thought it was a great idea and a good way of kicking starting this blog - which quite frankly it needs!  It seems doubly apt as Fiona and her blogs inspired me to start this! So I'm going to try and give it a go and to give myself an extra challenge I'll attempt to give my small stone an existential feel if possible.  I hope you will check back to see how I am getting along!