the wind burglar

howling a desperate lament
he scrabbles at the windows
shrieks echo down the chimney
the door creaks under the onslaught
the keyhole, the cat flap, the letter box
all rattled, shaken and pried at
a scream as the extractor fan
resists his bathroom break-in
finally a crash as he admits defeat
and flings the bin across the garden
in furious frustration

Storm Tossed

I remember this day
standing staring out to sea
wind tearing words out of my mouth
making it hard to tell what was tears
and what was just my eyes watering

Nearly Christmas, 3 years back
left the office in a rush of emotion
my mind a flurry of thoughts and fears
wondering if life could go on like this
trying to see a way out

I didn’t know it then
but my strength was building
and freedom was beckoning to me
I just had to see that I could take its hand
and step away into the unknown

I stood and stared at the ocean
the waves crashing on the pebbly beach
relentlessly, continually, for ever more
and breathed in the sea spray
with its wild and untamed scent

I didn’t know
I couldn’t see
But soon I would

A Leaf

a leaf
ripped from its tree
now flying in the wind
flutters higher and lower
caught by the currents
in the air 

no choice in where it goes
tossed and battered
by the gusts

as the wind dies down
it falls from the air
drifting down until its
lying on the pavement

people walk over it
not seeing it there
it’s invisible

drying out and 
turning into a leafy skeleton
a shadow of its former
vibrant green self

until it’s gone