Spring

Spring - your mattress tore

Spring - 'dafs' their faces show

Spring - there in your step

And spring - new waters flow.

Spring - to smooth a ride

Spring - bulbs take the sun

Spring - to originate from

And spring - the cleaning done

Spring - something on someone 

Spring - springs to mind

Spring - Springing a leak

And 

I'm no spring-chicken 

I think you'll find

Spring - I hope springs eternal!

Hot springs - a body soothes

Spring - spring into action

And active springs - smooooth!

Spring - the winters end

Spring - the days length grows

Spring - vegetation appears

And spring - it fills your nose

(Haiku)

Two trash drinks, three bars 

of chocolate and some 

antacid tablets!

(Haiku)

How come I have the

time to make a mess but not

time to tidy up?

All This Rain

A wet Sunday in February.

Rain drops streak down the patio doors to the terrace,

which wait

locked shut - longing for spring.

The washing machine shudders to a halt

with another load that certainly won't see the washing line - it'll have to hung it up on the on the 'dolly' in the kitchen!

Water drops fall from a gutter unable to cope.

In the drive,

puddles gorge themselves on yet more rain drops

which

gang together to catch out those brave enough - or foolish enough

...to venture out!

We wait

longing for the days of summer

with games and barbeques

maybe a 'Pimms' or three!

Almost lake like

the lawn is now unable to absorb any more rain 

and now has huge oceans forming across it - should we get the dingy out?

And still it rains.

The dreams of a Sunday morning 

trimming the shrubs

mowing the lawns 

then

after lunch

taking tea - have simply been washed away 

by all this rain!

Such Detail

With a repeated sharp 'crackling' sound 

followed by a small - 'pop'

then a 'rattle'

my wife

sorted out her latest delivery of tablets.

The crackle was from the plastic of a tablet slide - rows of transparent bubbles in which tablets were held prisoner,

safe,

clean,

uncorrupted,

and specifically proportioned,

waiting to be taken - as prescribed by her GP!

So; as each bubble yields to the pressure of her thumb

with a crackle of its plastic, 

the tablet slide being expertly positioned

over the required section,

just one of seven sections 

with their lids open

waiting to receive 

'Monday to Sunday' written on the lids...

with a 'pop'

the shiny silver foil

a coating on the reverse side of the tablet slide

full with printed information about the tablets...

fails,

submits to the applied force 

realising the once captive tablet,

this released tablet,

then drops successfully into the first section of the row of clear plastic containers 

with a rattle,

which,

are designed to take that days allocation of tablets

and so will be joined by other tablets soon.

This routine is continued until each daily section

has the correct amount

of the correct tablets within it.

This is a routine my wife undertakes each weekend

those long plastic containers each with seven sections

one for each day of the week

the weekly containers that people use

to make sure they have taken the correct tablets

on the correct days

at the correct times.

...it is then I remember!

It's only because I've put my hearing aids in...

...that I am hearing such detail!

(Haiku)

I have a pen. I 

have a note pad. All I need 

is an idea!