Such lovely weather
in Scotland. Bright flowers bloom
while lives ebb away.
The door handle shouts
It has never spoken before
Is it a warning?
Light and dark playing,
Inviting blue sky, dark mood.
Life and death struggle
Thirty days of sun
No cloud in sight. Has the rain
deserted us too?
………..
I started writing a few years ago when I retired and I’m loving playing with words. The pandemic has scattered my thoughts though.