Monday Morning Coffee

It was a crisp spring morning. Frost was doing its best to form on the daffodils as they slept under the cold shadow of the budding oak. 7:00 AM. I stepped out of the front door, coffee in one hand, car keys in the other, inhaled the cold stiff air, and made my way to… Continue reading Monday Morning Coffee



Let Change come and offer him box of chocolates and a nice cup of tea. Let him come and feed him a hearty lunch of fillet of beef with golden potatoes and butter. Let Change circle your garden in the afternoon sun, smelling your roses and lilies, watching the squirrels play amongst the great oaks.… Continue reading Change

The Drummer

The worst thing In his life The four a.m. alarm, - He hates the rhythm, But it has started And in his head it plays on - With its beep, beep, beep, And beeping, beeping Beep, beep, beep, Beeping, beeping, beep. Monotone digi, Constant nagging midi, To him a sound of the city, Constantly, never… Continue reading The Drummer