Vince 6 Years

Our garden was wild
and it grew a pine
that scented the air
with conifer and shade

Its branches almost 
conveniently staircased 
its bark-gnarled trunk

that split near the top 
to form an aerie 
we called The Crow’s Nest

Up here in the needles
and it was very high
Vincent suggested
a treehouse

On Looking Up

My life is a lot less anxious 

these days;

it's either the escitalopram 

that I've relented to taking at last,

or that I've finally given in 

to saluting single magpies

as they streak over,

dipping like phone lines;

or as they perch jitteringly, 

cursing from wintered twigs.

Either way, I whole-heartedly

recommend both.

Taken concurrently though, 

there are a few side-effects

worth noting; most of which

I'd been legally warned about.

Thus far, I've found the loss

of libido most alarming.