Sober Poet Unleashed

The usual journey to work, but this time, eyes drawn to the sun rising, orange glow dispersing amongst the fluffy clouds, making patterns in the sky. Momentarily, breath taken away, A tremendous, glorious start to the day . 3 and a half weeks in. Moments like this morning making it all worthwhile.

Not even a gush of wind And the trees half-emptied, 23 days is plenty, Hard bits done, so I thought, A bottle of wine today, so very nearly bought. Turns out it's a novelty no more Uninhibited emotions, like a burst mains pipe, This wasn't the plan, The Terrible Beast, no longer simmering, certainly not gone Mightily irritated, mutters under breath, this is so very wrong. It was all going well. What is this hell? Sober nights in and out, they've been fun! Family came to stay with wine and I had none, Proud, happy with my choice, This steady weekend's wobble is trying to crush that voice.