Down our winding street, on paving stones
Often cracked, I skip the light fandango
Taking my life in my hands
On cold, dark days.
Tenacious weeds insinuate
Their wicked ways between the gaps
And unsuspecting little feet
Pay dearly for their insouciance.
Cars briefly parked cause havoc
Puddles fill impromptu ruts
Lilliputian ice rinks
For the unwary.
Maybe when the election’s called
Something will be done
To rectify this chaos
But who said the way is always smooth?
(c) Poet in the woods 2015