From little things…

Golden rays of sunshine
Glimmer on bouncing curls
Corduroy overalls
Bright red buttons
Boots dancing
On edge of pond
Squeals, little fists
Giggling at ducks and geese
Almost as big as me
I pick her up
Plonk on my knee
Give her gentle squeeze
Soft tummy quivers
With laughter and ease
I lay out my palm
Little fists uncurl within
A nest for soft duckling
She looks up suddenly
Bright blue eyes
Brows raised
Little hands wipe
Tears from my face
Small arms stretch
Around my neck
My inner child
Soothes me today

Longer days

How could one possibly 
Be taught to scorn
Longer days
When sunshine's warm
Rare endemic flora unfolds
Windows of blue sky
Open over able peaks
Shrines in the sky
Faithful wanderers
Climb for the high
While dark corners
Cinema, pub, theatre
Empty except for me
Wonder how it came to be
Nocturnal creature
Tucked away
While restless legs
Search far away
Home is where
Burrow keeps
Drifting heart
Returns to sleep