On a chilly September morning (a poem)

Wrote this one this morning… We huddle together for warmth mornings in September gradually give way to the crisp, cool autumn air until it’s time to get the blankets out adding layer upon layer to the pile Then we dive in all sweatshirts and sweaters feet in thick winter socks hot chocolate and a good [...]

Blankets and stars (a poem)

A slightly frustrating day yesterday—but I did manage to write something… The stars aren’t likely to show tonight cloud cover sits heavy above lights and sirens forming a blanket fort over the city We sit comfortably on living room sofas watching sitcoms and old movies laughing and crying and dreaming The blankets are warm and [...]