Bakers and Coffee Shops

Bakers and coffee shops Line the streets, And I find myself Nestling inside a few To find a comfort Only coffee beans and bacon Can provide. Warming cold hands From frost; Warming strangers to the Idea of companionship And togetherness. Wholeness. Mugs and teaspoons Hold a special place In my heart. Teapots and saucers have…

Sonnet: Seasons of grief

Unwanted, unwelcome, the shadows seep Across ice that keeps me frozen in time. A small pink rose destroyed by frost, I weep, Snatched from my grasp, I have lost what is mine. The cold winds blow like the spread of venom. Surrounded by leaves, letting go, falling Rotten to the floor, colours faded, numb From…