Waiting for the springtime

17th March 2018 Sat in the toolshed on St Patricks Day Noting the barometer turned Over from Frosty to warm When all of a sudden the mercury goes into Fast flowing freefall And white powdery masses Land like leprechauns Lightly covering rooftops and cars

Keeping an eye on the clock

Keeping an eye on the clock In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Finite Creatures.” The realisation I wasn’t superman… Could have been when I was five, at my first fall in the school playground each cut knee – a badge of honour… Or later in my teenage years when some eedjit pushed meContinue reading “Keeping an eye on the clock”