Tea and bonsai

checked on the bonsai
made tea

walked under the greens
said hello to ducks
read till my arms began to admire the sun too much
put away the book
thought about getting a cat

drank more tea
meandered about love
got lost in my own loneliness
until I remembered I’m a hermit
and solitude is my soul’s wish

relaxed into my teacup
came to the conclusion
that it would be welcome
this love thing
but then
who’d check on the bonsai

or feed the cat

After all that rain

After all that rain
all this …
I wake to see art.

Sitting here
with the clocks back an hour
I’m in bed with a coffee.

That bright ball of wool
is being tugged along
by cosmic cats
leaving its fluffy warmth
to permeate the sodden
storm-filled cloak.

Mist curls to chase
the mewing
only to lose substance and fade.

Art remains
to seize the day
and obliterate the night.