This thrashing about
Trying to stop the story
But it just goes on.

Don't fall asleep with the Kindle® on…

a spike of aloes
ready to bloom   almost as
tall as the toddler

The scent of the roses
And the tang of fresh water.
Sadness unwilted.

Unwilted? I suppose the only thing I was sad about was that word…

Grey sky in the morning.
Oh, the sweetness of the air
As zephyrs blossom.

Autumn at last!

Up at six o'clock,
Not knowing what the hell for,
Stretching like a cat.

Sun on the garden
And lime leaves green with envy
Of the cherry tree.

"You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think"-Dorothy Parker

Internal flora
Battle the doc's prescriptions.
New ecosystem.

Ewww…TMI!

But perhaps mount_oregano will see a deeper meaning in it.

Trucks rumble along
But it is otherwise dead.
Quasi-holiday.

The gap between Australia Day™ and Saturday is always a time of rest and relaxation, except for trucks for some reason.

On the first raindrop
I come awake, wondering
How long it will last.

Somehow I've become drought-obsessed.

Chopper in the dark.
Are some veterans frightened?
And then it flies away..

In 2016
So many famous people
Felt the hand of Death.

Some have survived, though,
So do they wait, fearful, for
2017?