I sit looking out, bees ever
chasing nectar in the red and yellow
fabulousness of the porch planted
with love and green fingers.
I count myself lucky, greeted daily
with colour, the summer light can’t help
but be cheered up from its half-heartedness,
struggling – like all of us.
Further afield, decisions taken.
A washing of hands like Pontius Pilate
can be seen from space.
© 2021 Copyright Rick Frame
I sat down without an idea in my head but chose to write. I love it when I surprise myself. You, dear reader, may not agree.