The heat of the passing years has not faded You have not changed I Adore You

I am planning to return tomorrow After many years absent To sit on the railway station In the deep afternoon heat Is all that I require of life at present 10th August 2020

You are sitting of the steps of a cricket pavilion Your pale blue shirt is partially open at the front It hangs lazily from your tanned shoulders There is no breeze I silently study your stillness From my position of retirement

Freighter on the horizon seeks new best friend  All genuine replies answered No time wasters please

As you may be aware we have experienced extreme temperatures For the last couple of weeks As a supermodel I enjoy the heat although I am careful not to burn But what saddens me is that certain people spoil it for me They pass by and are sweaty in their fat bodies and sometimes smell…

Many years ago when camping in a southern county I was told about a legendary footpath which had not been seen since 1310 This interested me so I purchased a bag of brightly coloured plastic crabs And with a great of precision I walked around the cricket pitch Throwing these toys in various directions It…

I remember being in bed and watching you read You were wearing a brown -pink chiffon shirt I greatly admired its gossamer-thin qualities No words had passed between us for over an hour But the air was busy with our idle chit-chat We had not stopped talking since our arrival

Under a small ginger bush in my ginger garden There are two figures hidden from view I have named them Pippa and Phil Both are ginger with fair complexions So I shield them from the high coastal sun Which can be quite strong at this time of year It is said that they work on…

During my many summer walks I have often detained myself Under lonely summer stone bridges Many think I am shading myself from the savage sun But the truth of my theatre is far more simple The reason that I rest under these ancient bridges Is that I enjoy the company of the yellow angels Who…

Waiting at my window during the darkest hours These were the best minutes of my life Twice during that short period the skies were bright lit And I saw the betrayed night clouds In all their nocturnal splendour