Broken Glass

Broken glass
beside the road
sparkles like diamonds
in the mid-morning sun.

At Last

At last a day
that’s dry and still.
The sun attempts
a watery smile.


The days lengthen,
the cold strengthens;
Winter in denial that
the return of the sun
has begun.


Overcast and humid.
A weak and watery sun
tries to break through.
Birds sing encouragement.

Cycling Quote 2

“To me it doesn’t matter whether it’s raining or the sun is shining or whatever: as long as I’m riding a bike I know I’m the luckiest guy in the world.

Mark Cavendish (“The Manx Missile”)


Watering garden pots again
we all grumble we need rain,
but if and when the rain does come
still we’ll grumble, wanting sun.


Home from sunny Spain,
back to reality –
and rain!


Sun up, sun down,
the merry-go-round of days
turns faster and faster —
or so it seems.


No warmth in the sun.
Long shadows stretch.
Spring still grapples for grip.

January Joy 17

White magic!
More snow overnight
brings delight.
But where is the sun
for added sparkle
and even greater joy?

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