A haven, hovel and heaven

The gentle drizzle mists over
Settling insignificantly, quietly
Casting a spell, of silk
Across the views in the distance

The hills stretch endlessly
Sitting in the valley, sheltered
Far from accidental visitors
The bothy a cottage, a story

Sitting on the step listening
The peace envelopes you
Birds singing their songs
Spring shares its promise of joy

The shades of brown and grey
Slowly changing to greens
The stream burbles gently
Searching for the lowest point

At the back the deer watches
Me, the invader in its space
Knows I am no threat and skips,
A white tail departing swiftly

The space, quiet and peace
A refuge from the real world
A haven, hovel and heaven
Home of past and rest of present.

going somewhere, nowhere

Sitting, watching, waiting
People buzzing by bags behind
Like bees swarming from a hive
All going somewhere, nowhere

Young and old a common objective
Homewards, holiday wards
Tickets in hand, cards in purses
Permission to leave

Teenagers sitting, laughing together
Blowing balloons making squeeks
Others frowning, some smiling
Many old before their times

The pensioner strides through
The world is his for the taking
Both hands holding tight
Only one lifetime, live it!

Walking sticks, walking wounded
Bright bags, big hair
Short skirts, strange sights
Baggy trousers, bulging bellies

Glimpses held, avoided
Heads down, heads held high
The busy station, a melting pot
Humanity, going somewhere, nowhere