Author Archives: davidlegge

Just to my leftA cafeI’m hungryLate morning, an active, ‘useful’ morning. I buy a toasted sandwichYes, I could have made one at homeBut No 44 is perched on my small window table.Moving pictures of Thames people going places along the pavement. An old blokeMy ageNo sure where he should be goingTrousers too bigHe’s probably shrunkHe’sContinue reading “Ham, Cheese and Brown Onion”

Last season’s warmth has returned Last early-summer memories New faces, same cheery greetings Old guys, the eager young, The smiling dog walkers Almost musical, crunch of tyres on gravel Rhythmic turn of the pedals And the cattle Warm brown Munching Look close Smiling

When I was seven, I was told, “You must clean your teeth!” Regularly – told and brushed that is. Now that I’m older, much older, I enjoy cleaning my teeth. I feel completely dressed, ready to face the day. Yesterday, a visit to my dentist. One of those regular checks. You never know, the ApocolypseContinue reading “Thirty Five Coffees”

WinterToo cool to rideAn E Bike, yesBut no provision for heated handlebars Sunny day – I’m like a kid out of schoolOut I goOn the trailThe loved and familiar soundsSightsContented cowsMunchingAlways munching Roll on summer

Sparrows In city life, or country he’s quite a common birdThe male quite distinct, a black bib on his chestAnd if not seen, they always can be heardBread maybe, though wild bird seed is the bestJust now he’s got a straw, I guess to build a nest.Erratic flight, he’s nothing like an arrowThat aside, endearing,Continue reading “Our Steps”

It took a while to find the door to get out again. To celebrate, coffee down town,  comfortable chat with the next table – also pensioners. The pic started off as a standard, boring coffee photo. Then submitted to Android photo apps. Post impressionistic Just maybe

Further musings of collective nouns: A fidget of pre-schoolersA sum of accountantsA snooze of catsA wander of pensionersA hush of nunsFrenzy of fleasCarousel of teenagersAspire of architectsDelusion of TrumpitesMunch of micePuff of politiciansWhisper of librarians A sway of Preachers Smirk of tax accountantsA fuckle of bunniesRipple of electriciansA bustle of rest roomsQuery of academicsInsight ofContinue reading “Collective Nouns”

All day long the chainsaws buzzed.A now retired arborist (a defoliated arborist?), looked at our Liquid Amber. Long and overhanging branches barely moved. A still day.“They could be dangerous in a high wind. That tree needs to have the crown lowered. I thought of a coronation not that long ago.Tree Shapes arrive. Three pleasant youngContinue reading “All Day Long the Chainsaws Buzzed”