BLACKBIRD DANCING

Autumn gently taps at Summer's door; precocious, tiny blackberries,ripening to the colour of coal. Yet most blush red, embarrassed at their confidantes haste. I watch a blackbird hop from side to side, impatient for the harvest, dancing in earnest to the berry Gods and me.

BLUE NUN SUNDAYS

The early morning sky hosts rain clouds like some people host unpopular guests at a house party. It's ushered them to a corner of the heavens where no doubt they're huddled together around a single bottle of Blue Nun awkwardly trying to strike up a conversation in the kitchen.

PUNCTUATING CONTRAILS

I look up to see a passenger plane so far overhead in the deepest blue of the sky that it appears to make no sound. The tiniest speck of silver in an otherwise uncrowded sky; at most a host to many untold tales, punctuating contrails, a jet stream of consciousness passing me by.

GLUGGERS, SUPPERS AND SIPPERS

We all glug a mug

And we all sup a cup,

The difference is plain to see.

We change it at will

And here's the key,

We sip, ambidextrously.

BON VIVEURS

At my back door with a cuppa I briefly exchange glances with next doors cat, home from a night on the tiles to sleep. I fondly recall such youthful indiscretions and raise a mug in appreciation to a fellow bon viveur. 

Then I notice cat poo on my lawn and I swear the cat smiled.

TRANSCENDENDENT DISINFECTANT

At the cornershop the bread aisle's being mopped. I breathe in an aroma of Dettol and find I'm suddenly back at my primary school sat outside the Headmaster's office. I gulp, yet when I breathe out I'm once more back in the bread aisle at the shop.

Transcendendent disinfectant?

PENUMBRA

An empty, upturned recycling bin; a victim of a tip and run? Large billowy clouds; as uniquely formed as the tiniest fingerprint. A breeze so gentle it may be a memory of a breeze just passed. A penumbra of lost, distant road sounds leads me to look up the meaning of 'penumbra'.

THE UNSETTLED VAGABOND

Blue sky,can't stop,fleeting visit,prior engagement.

A sweaty jogger splashes out.

Is that a cat crossing the road or an electric Slinky?

A man lights a pipe as he leaves the corner shop.

I cling to its briar-smoked aroma.

An unsettled vagabond floating on the relics of a memory.