Poems

Fading Flowers

Fading Flowers

Fading Flowers

A fading flower weeps fragility and grace,
A delicate beauty beholding its face,
Each shrivelling petal gets wrinkled and worn,
Exhausted, world weary, it’s weathered and torn.

Their once clear complexion, plumped up and pert,
Has a soft irridescence, a look of feint hurt.
They haven’t the strength to turn round to the light,
Hanging their heads, they long for goodnight.

Poems

My Happy Place

My Happy Place

My Happy Place

I’m walking very slowly.
I want this day to last.
Not thinking of tomorrow.
Done thinking of the past.

For here in earthly paradise,
I’ve found my happy place.
To walk these lanes forever,
To savour every pace.