this poem is to do with the four seasons… and sight loss… may be boring …. but one mans boring is another’s reality and that is mine, with 10% optic nerve left in each eye 😡 have a lovely day everyone ….
What a thing the spring
The pretty daffodils … where?
If only for a few days and hours
The lovely smell …
That newness
The dew, the damp, cool rain…
To whirl and bring warmth again
I feel it not see it
It’s ok I love it
I know it’s Spring…
Now it’s summer
There’s a bummer!
It’s too hot is it not
No air conditioning here
Oh dear!
The warmth through my feet
Wearing sandals what a treat!
Walking in the sea
As the tide comes in
Now there a thing
I feel it not see it
It’s a ok I love it
I know it’s summer
So autumn
Here you are
The door is ajar
The leaves are rustling
Everyone is hustling!
Getting ready for Christmas!
No! it’s too early
But the leaves are all twirly
Colourful aren’t they?
I feel it not see it
It’s a ok I love it
I know it’s Autumn
Winter oh burrrr it’s cold!
It’s grey out there
So I’m told…
It’s all festive with Christmas joy
I love that feeling … oh boy!
Snow crunch on ground
Ok it’s found
The white stuff under my toes
With cold it glows
I feel it not see it
It’s a ok I love it
I know it’s Winter
I can feel it, hear it, touch it, sense it… it’s here…it’s ok… isn’t it… what’s that saying… you don’t need sight to have vision…
But Isn’t that a division .though .. between light and dark
What a lark!
I’m ok …
Rosy’s Ramblings 