I am out walking
across,
and up steep, steep hills;
then,
downhill,
on a freshly greased sledge,
Tag: reflective poems
Jarring – Written Sunday 14th February 2026 (Aged 50)
I wonder,
where does it fit in?
Restlessness
is something
on which I cling.
Cycle Back – Written Monday 2nd February 2026 (Aged 50)
I close a gate;
step down.
I stop,
I pull down the shutters;
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