Everyday Poetry

Night wakefulness This happens about once a month.  It's annoying, as without my sleep I can be quite irritable! I always end up getting up, to avoid waking my husband. Waking in the dark hours The terror lingers until my heart beat slows, Panic morphing into thoughts Which toss and turn me: Too much money spent, too little weight lost, My to do list grows whilst sleep escapes me. I've been here before in the night. I get up and go downstairs Turning each light switch - Bedroom, hall, stairs, living room,  stairs,  kitchen - On then off again behind me. Nothing to do now but pass the time (Two hours is usual) Until my mind calms and I can sleep again. Tidy up,  write down my list, Hot drink,  read. Creeping back to bed I curl round your warm, sleeping body. Close my eyes against the still dark Focus on calming my breath, Drift back to sleep. © Copyright 2018. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved

Rainy morning haiku, autumn Sometimes when I look out of my bedroom window in the autumn all I can see is a bank of low cloud sitting in the valley.  It's very mysterious,  but usually only lasts until the sun is strong enough to burn it off. Shrouded in thick cloud The valley conceals its shape Awaiting the sun. © Copyright 2018. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved