May Be

I wake to the hum

of her breathing, warm,

reassuring, long soft

draughts almost choral,

my troublesome knee

delivers an anxious but

cordial twinge requesting

an artificial replacement,

it’s a dull Monday,

banks are closed and

of course, it rains,

she will be cross as there

are still beans and tomatoes

to plant, we’re giving

Tasman and Tumbling Tom

a go this year, everything

outside seems earlier

after the benign winter,

there’s no need to rush so

I will let her lie

and make tea later

Published by grahamrsherwood