Gratitude Diary Day 116 / 365

a slight nudge was it
or perhaps a gentle kick
every so shyly
before turning around in
the warmth of his mother’s womb

Gratitude Diary Day 115 / 365

an old man cleaning
clumsily chases a rogue
balloon caught in a stray draft
a little girl waits
chubby arms outstretched, eyes all
on her unlikely hero

Gratitude Diary Day 114 / 365

a hot wind blows across
dusty grey tarmac
a lone paper petal
flutters, pirouettes
a pink ballerina
bows in reverence

Gratitude Diary Day 57 & 58 / 365

evenings in solitude


a spattering of
cold raindrops from a blue sky
turned a gorgeous gray