2013 meant a lot of change for me.  I started writing poetry!  I should add "again" to the end of that last sentence, but this time it seems for real.

I took a week long writing course in the summer and it turn out - tah dah! - I quite like this craft. 

Here is one of the poems I have been working on.  Hope you like it!

Tiny Lady

Grey wet day, cold, unrelenting rain,

Gloved hands like saturated sponges grip bicycle handlebars.

Homeward bound I tackle my nemesis—the last long hill—

watch the rainwater stream downhill against my steady climb.

I often see an elderly woman along this road.

Very short, hunched back makes her look even older and smaller,

today she is standing by the bus stop beneath a large blue umbrella.

When I get closer it seems she is flagging me down—

her arm is waving and she is shouting something I cannot understand—

the tiny lady is soon beside me as I push upwards.

Her wrinkled face frames a toothless excited smile;

she gives me a thumbs up.