A trick of ones mind
were hands quicker than the eye...

I return
once again...

I’ve now washed my hands
of government promises...

Panic buying rife
where money market is tight...

The name is Claus,,, Santa Claus
yes, all said, in a Roger Moore pause...

My heart had been kept
under wraps...

a heart..
is occupied with a vacancy...

In times of fear, not all is clear
for tunnels bend, before they end...

I
really...

leaves swirl through the air
as trees shed their summer coat...

Just like a twilight eve without its moon;
Or like the last leaf taken from a tree...

the sun that day was
beautiful and if it rained...