Dusk; dusted a tangerine aura
upon a hazy horizon...

Two flavours of life
such beautiful opposites...

I work alone,
but I am part of a team...

It felt like I was heading for
a breakdown as...

Not teaching my kids
to mimic but nice to hear...

So many mornings-
depression cracked...

Now Alfred, no fooling with Miss Rella
You don’t want to end up like a peasant tree...

You pushed me from pillar-to-post
which became painful...

Their
secret...

Frozen eyes glared; a chill in your stare
your mouth dry; lip balm couldn’t soften...

A storm arrives-
lightening flashes...

A splash of rainfall
wetting natures appetite...