Better Days

Rain used to fall at my window, It was all I could see; All I could hear- The constant drip of cold, Dark skies. But now I’ve found my better days.

Watercolour Leaves

Watercolour leaves, Rain water rivers- Tred lightly, whispering To the flowers, ‘when will Summer come?’ They answer With a wave and I thank then For their time, still unsure if They mean ‘be patient’ or ‘Don’t be stupid’.   Little pebble stepping stones, Beneath fairy light stars. Hopping over ripples, Praying to the fish and…