Diary

A summer evening, dark rain, wind and the sound of a baby bird newly born

A tiny box of wooden letters, wait
for that heartfelt moment
when pen can be placed
on the lines of a new day.

Worried Little People

Why are there six worried little people laying on my desk wrapped in five and ten pound notes? Will this bring the answer to certain concerns, I wonder, as I myself feel wrapped only in a grey summer sky and memories of a long forgotten journey.