Actually I'm still looking for one!
Last night I was out in the garden with my cats until it was too dark to even see properly. I've spent a few evenings out in the garden cutting out the deadwood from my fruit bushes and sweeping with my new broom - hey perhaps there's a metaphor there somewhere. A year down the line I am still in the same place doing much the same things and sometimes I'm sad, sometimes frustrated, sometimes buoyant, sometimes positive, but most of all I am trying very hard to carry on being ME. They do say life begins at forty and perhaps that has an element of truth in it.
This is one I wrote last year...
I am glorious summer.
Sitting on a bench on a December afternoon
The light is fading and the year is dying
I am not December yet though
If age is kind to me I am June or July
I am honeysuckle and orange blossom
I am stroking blowzy roses on a fine afternoon
I am fields of lavender and corn and poppies
I am gardens filled with summer bounty
I am vegetable harvests of lettuce and peas
I am strawberries and raspberries and currants
I am butterflies on the buddleia flowers
I am dragonflies and bees and long lazy days
I am hot days splashing in the pool
I am holidays and outings, picnics and boat trips
I am open-air concerts, bands in the bandstand
I am strolls on the prom and along the beach
I am glad days and laughter and sunshine
I am the sun on cheeks, noses and forearms
I am barefoot on the soft lush green grass
I am blue skies and long warm evenings
If age is kind to me I am June or July
My December has not come yet
My light is not fading and I am flying
Sitting here today I am glorious summer