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,

frozen trees.

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.