Assault

With hate and empty handed,

I let this nature assault me and invade

My little mental freedom.

The weekend has come,

I am all out and breathing

Away my research voids

And personal strategies.

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Mountain train

This train drives fast

And flowers the curve of a mountain

With a strong personality.

Now grass, then rocks,

Cross our way

And get tamed.

Yet nature hugs us

And accompany the end of our flash back

Towards routine and work and planning

A days of attention and reward.

Aran

The year starts dark

And cold on my face

While you sleep sweet.

Tiny and helpless in your bed,

You father your strength and fearless explore and learn each day.

Brave, yet a baby,

Curious, yet checking on mum,

Each day you grow away

And into my life.

Tired hands

Refill these hands

That worked hard and bled today

To add beauty and respect

To old clothes.

Hands not smooth and not shy

That travel quick through the stitches

And join the borders of a hot Sunday.

Give them water, a shake, and a rest

In your lap

Until fresh again.

Bored at the desk

The duty and the honour

Of working and walking

While all i see

Is time going by

With no flavour.

Patiently i shout and consider

Possibilities and present chances

Inventing a new setting

For me, for us,

Where time is only in the background

And not so abundant.