Catch a falling star...

... and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away...


Woke up this morning to bands of grey
Darting clouds across the sky punctuated by
Bright streaks of almost light broken only when
Long sinewy fingers of wood poked their way above.

Like some mad banshee the evergreens danced in
The howling wind which made small birds shiver
In dread...

So I stuck myself in a hot shower and turned the
Glam rock up loud.
Bowie, Bolan and the Sweet soon dispelled all
Images of winter and returned me to
The land of youth.

Pity I had to get out, but the stars have been caught and can be called upon again...


... Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day...