Moving On

I spoke too soon, dark rain clouds glare
And make the sunshine disappear
Dashed are my hopes for woodland walk
Instead it’s a cup of tea and talk -

While my erstwhile neighbour tells her news;
She’s moved to France and can enthuse
About new vistas from her home
Her photographic eye is known.

What prompts in us the urge to move
Rather than settle in a groove?
Too many accept the status quo
Rather than get up and go.

Yet the world is wide - so much to see
The tip of the iceberg’s not for me
Being in a rut is warm and safe
But there comes a time when routines chafe.

Let’s throw conventions on the tide;
Hang on tight – life is a ride!
No backward look as we close the door
Carpe diem - let’s explore!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014