Walking in Stone
On Monday, I saw a frosted
tree with bony fingers that
wrapped around the tall mountains.
On Tuesday, I found a book that
had been sat on my nans dusty shelf
like a homeless person wanting a home.
On Wednesday, I walked along the slippery
water bank of the canal as a gaggle of
geese came up to me.
On Thursday, I heard the whisper
of Robins in the tops of the frosted,
On Friday, I stared at the beautiful sunset
that stole the peaceful sky.
On Saturday, I listened to the peaceful
song of a robin sitting outside of my bedroom.
On Sunday, I tasted the happiness down town
whilst I waited for the winter days to end.