How I Loved

How I loved those cosy winter evenings, with the screeching wind  slamming rain onto the living-room window. Me and my brother in pyjamas,  dressing-gowns pulled tight, snuggled into the warmth of our mum,  as she hugged us close, and heat from the glowing coals  tingled my unslippered toes. But how I hated the rolling of the closing credits of the latest Columbo mystery, knowing it was nearly time to leave the only heated room in the house. Continue reading How I Loved

Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now) V2

The lowering sun dipped and bade a sad farewell, Dragged golden rays into mournful slumber, Reluctantly it slid behind a band of grey, That sat atop the winter horizon. Translucent view through crystal eyes believed, The whipping wind enticed a flow of tears, Rather than happy recollections of long lost years. A view once shared and stories told, Now isolation presses down upon a soul, Recalling warmth and smiles and laughter, As memories pour down from wide open skies, Memories at the five bar gate. * The Five Bar Gate Series * Continue reading Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now) V2

Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now)

The lowering sun bid a sad farewell, Reluctantly slipping behind a band of grey that sat upon the winter horizon, Wrapped against the late afternoon chill, He fooled himself, Pretended that the tears were a watering, A result of the whipping wind against his face, But tears they were, Real and sad, Lonely droplets wiped away by a gloved hand. The wide view, Across the field was different, No longer shared as he leaned in isolation, Recalling the warmth of fond memories, Memories at the five bar gate. * The Five Bar Gate Series * Continue reading Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now)