I walk a few yards
And retrace my steps
A gust of wind whips my face
Ah, heavenly! I was a couch potato today
Before I resolved to break my sedentary existence
To and fro ambling
Recurring for a while I catch a glimpse
Ma is gossiping with a neighbour
Mercury rising
Breeze acts like a balm
The surrounding trees are healers
Sapped, I rest a while
Look up towards the overcast welkin
Half-moon disappears beneath dark clouds
And reappears
Weather office predicts a squall
Rambling on roof tops
During summers
In the evenings
Reinvigorating
At the end I march towards
A piping hot cup of tea awaits...
