Maybe I can try
as the weekend once again
arrives this morning
to capture something of the
hallowed place it takes me to
confirming the choice is right
Midweek and the rain
full of the early summer
remains with us still
Yet no daunting with it here
no sad disappointment
How could there be with this life?
And so the last day
What philosophy inspires
to leave us with hope?
As the old fades to the new
and promise leaps to the fore
None, save a prayer for the bold
And another week
nears its concluding zenith
Although at this time
it is sometimes hard to tell
whether it be the start or
the end; strange times such are these
Here in the sunshine
with birdsong soft on the breeze
I can lose myself
close my eyes and drift away
to the sweet refrain of Spring
That favourite melody
So Tuesday is here
and my week is well started
and now in full swing
But first of a morning here
some time to spend with my words
for they are friends to cherish
Monday comes around
Month of May and Star Wars day
when all in humour
with the greeting ‘May the fourth
be with you’ repeat aloud
for smiles and laughter here