Hopefulness Stories

The last of the winter light had leached from the sky,Seven pm on the shortest day of the year;Hurrying through bustling crowds of late night shoppers,She goes, homeward bound, worried frown creasing her browA stray lock of hair escapes from her wooly hat,Carrier bag with parcels of scarlet and gold,Clutched to her chest, last minute presentsFor harassed mother, and dad, recently retired,Time on his hands, and unsure how...

Day and night I sit pensive and alone,Seeking just the right words my love to tell,Words that I hope will melt a heart of stone,And there in that heart find a place to dwell.But my labours are all in vain I fear And like thistledown on a summer day,From view, my verse will too soon disappear,And on the fickle wind be blown away.While butterflies have their day in the sun,My words are like those creatures of the night,Whos...