Poetry (words)


Beautiful morning. 

On the bus home. My feet are throbbing. Long bath before dinner.  It’s been a good day. 

Second day that the bus driver stopped so I could cross the road to my flat. What a gentleman! I’ll thank him tomorrow.

The forsythia is about to burst into colour. It’s always the first sign of brighter days ahead. Out of the darkness at last, although it’s a tad nippy this afternoon. 

I fancy chilli, but can’t be bothered. 


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