Happy New Year

The first month of the year spent in mirth, in anticipation
The lovers’ month tastes of sweet procrastination
In March, we brewed a colourful concoction
The Ram’s month brought in a fiery revolution
While my earthy May a warm homely satiation
The butterfly June of cheer and celebration
Wet July all spent in fearful trepidation
Tired days – an August of restless nights and exhaustion
Mummy-like September of caring consolation
Fall’s flaming ochre and October’s ruthless persecution
November’s my month of absolute exasperation
Cold December makes for a stern new resolution

Fly...Flee

Let’s fly away...far beyond the misty hills; let's flee this raging hell before the dusty, tired city awakes to another dreary day. Let’s live among the lesser men, who know only a pained life; worship the lesser Gods who never egg us on. Let's drink our sorrows with acceptance, cherish our lesser joys with appreciation and love our languid lives. Let's fly away...