SMILES



Be cautious, for sometimes it is nothing more than a sinister mask,
a facade of deceit, to render you off guard is it's malevolent task,
born out of conceit.

A confusing one, often well intentioned yet somehow it angers you,
with it's patronising Air, a favourite to dispense barbed pity in lieu,
of concern and care.

Yet another, has the power to lighten the darkest of our days,
make good from bad, down hearted spirits to quickly raise,
create happy from sad.

Best of all, is the one that's so subtle it's not easy to discern,
seen only once in a while, it exorcises from you all concern,
the “gonna be ok” smile.


WINDY DAYS



Dogs wearing caps made from ears turned inside out,
cabals of folk huddled together but still having to shout.
With white knuckles on posts shuffle the old and the frail
while a gent in a billowing coat drifts past in full sail.
Helpless trees protest with their frantic dervish dance,
as a single bird takes to the sky leaving it up to chance.
Manic playtime children seem possessed by the gales
Old men like to tell even worse windy weather tales.
Lifting roof tiles and toppling trees is it's sordid intent,
just so long as there's damage done will it be content.

GOODBYE SUMMER

It's a shame, going so soon without a goodbye.
Though you didn't stop long,
I liked what you did with the clouds and the sky.
But the sun wasn't that strong.

And why did you bring all that miserable rain,
next year leave it behind.
Spring brought so much we were flooded again,
though the fish didn't mind.

Could you not mess with the prevailing wind,
I guess you find it fun.
And I know the ozone is somewhat thinned,
but try harder with the sun.

Now I think about it I'm glad you've left,
I'd sue you if I could,
for being both guilty of summer holiday theft
and colder than you should.