or should we say diary, notes
and conditions, terms and
editions. i wish it were so.
i wish it were stored safely,
that we hald each other tight
and out of harm’s way.
they say that patience is a virtue,
yet some times patients die.
shall you write this is the daily
blog, or lie?
another day of vinegar soaked
another play on keys, as we drift
through winter days.
curtains dragged across the gloom,
early, yet while light lingers later,
we wander to the snowdrop drift, hear
the last bird call.
hear the dog at pentre farm, barking.
later hear the water fall from
broken drain pipes.
soon it is february, lighter