Aimlessly Aiming

It’s a dryin’ lovely, Michalmas daisy kind of day;

A bulb planting, sow the seeds of spring beginning.

The old age starting of a new life, a year at a time.

My Garden Age.


Less of a young years rush,

De-cluttering the accumulated comfort clutter.

Tweetless, peaceful, forward reflections.


Winter cool and calm to come,

Smile in the certainty that a daffodil spring is not far behind.

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1 Response to Aimlessly Aiming

  1. david w freeman says:

    Time again for those long nights, cocoa and a few dreams, pleasent ones while one drifts aimlessly to sleep before a roaring fire!

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