The Morning

Mid September, and the light morning passes,
A dew appears on the overnight grasses;
A chill in the air, though the sun breaks through,
Full moon in the sky, still in full view.

Trees rustle their branches, as the winds increase,
Leaves will continue to drop ‘til the gusts have ceased;
Foxes tear at the sacks left for rubbish collection,
When disturbed, trail their debris in every direction.

Thowd chap's bowt me a greenhouse
said it'll keep me occupied
It's only a small un you know
one of them wi flaps down each side.

He said you can grow some food now
It'll save on't shopping bill
I said alreet I'll ave a go
but it'll tek a bit of skill.

So in went raddishes, tomatoes
lettuce and then in went beet
When they all start fert come up
I think they'll go down a treat.

LONELY WITHOUT YOU

It’s a lonely period, this time of year,
Now you’ve gone away;
You’ve left me to face it, all alone,
How I wish that you could stay.

I’ll still put the fairy on the tree,
The way you used to do;
But it’s purely out of habit,
…It reminds me, of you.

There’s no one to pull a cracker with,
Over the dinner table;
No point in cooking, just for myself,
Although, I’m perfectly able.