Christmas Shopping

Christmas shopping;
stressed out,
Oh to put my feet up with
a nice cup of tea!

Little Creatures

Crisp, golden-brown leaves have fallen.
Now, breeze-blown, they scuttle along,
little creatures scattering,
feet pit-pattering,
then hunkering down
in clusters, in corners,
making no sound.


A quotation:

“To understand the book of nature,
you must wander through its pages
on your own two feet.”



Raindrops drumming
on the cabin roof
like the pattering feet
of a thousand small birds.

Gilded Feet

Early morning sun
creeps round on gilded feet
looking in windows.


Round and round the room,
up and down the hall,
Tiny Tom has found his feet,
never stopping, though he’s tiring,
slowing but not giving in,
little tumble, tears and cuddle,
then there’s silence, sleep.

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I spent yesterday afternoon looking after my grandson – not so tiny now!


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