BOBBY CHARLTON GRASS

The grass in my garden looks tired and weary. Having been well used and tramped down over the summer months it looks patchy in places. Leaves have started to litter the lawn and nearly cover some of the bald spots in what I can only assume is the gardens attempt at a comb-over.

MATHS 4 LIFE

Never worry about the number of days you have left.

Just always remember to carry over the one from today.

PUPPY AT PLAY

The New Day leaps onto my duvet with the tumbling enthusiasm of a puppy at play. I am not in a playful mood. I sleepily throw a ball for the New Day to fetch but it remains on the duvet pleading for attention. 

Well, that's it. I'm now going to have to take this New Day for a walk.

STAGE LIGHTS

Summer Light is slowly edging off the stage and soon its understudy, Winter Light, will take over.  Performances will become shorter and shorter until we reach the darkest equinox, where the understudy will once more hand back the role.

BURNING BILLS

I wake up in the morning light

my toes are sticking out the bed

with frost arriving overnight

i turn the heating on with dread

I count the cost of warming feet

I might just stay in bed

I could save money on this heat

I'll burn my bills instead

THE WEARY HOUDINI

My phone alarm's set to 'Old Fashioned Police Siren'

It wakes me each morning from sleeps vast horizon 

I escape from my sheets like a weary Houdini

Not sure if I'm in an old clip from The Sweeney.

BRITTLE

The leaves will soon be brittle as they tighten in a late summer grip. Some will simply drop to form a mourning skirt around their tree. Others will be hoisted by the wind & scattered across the seasons, where they will pay their respects to autumn & winter by feeding a new year.