Some day.
When winds blow
Wild flowers face the sun
Love comes around

Catch it ‘fore it’s gone
Hold on tight. Infuse your soul
With sun’s golden rays.

She left, a dull empty heart
Stillness. Unbearable silence.
She slipped away. Without a sigh
Motionless hands, cold with death.
She’s gone.

Wendy Oughtred is a semi retired criminal defence lawyer who is now finding the time in indulge her first love: writing. She has led a diverse life which includes curling, performing in community theatre, and raising a family.